“Health of our organisation is not good,” the CEO announced in the packed townhall meeting, “I have to let go people; Human Resource will be in touch with you.” For last few weeks there was a rumor of something drastic about to happen. Rumor is now a reality.
“I am sorry, your services are no longer required,” the HR manager tried to appear sympathetic, “in view of the festival season, company will pay you a months salary extra.”
Confused and clueless, he was not sure which was more painful. Losing his job after giving so many years with the company, or his inability to buy gifts for his children this Christmas, a season for spending time with family and sharing gifts. Thanks to his wife, there will be food on the table. But this Christmas there will be no gifts. There will be many questions, but few answers. No one can explain recession.
Word Count: 153
Competition No. 196
This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge of 17th Dec, 2018 hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading! Other entries on the topic can be found here.
Photo Credit: Akshata Ram