Flash Fiction (a Hundred Words Exactly) #90: The Nineteen-Freaking-Nineties

The Nineties, the Nineteen-Freaking-Nineties, started with that recession where I lost the clerical job I’d had for fifteen years.  Buh-bye health coverage.  And hello breast cancer.  One lumpectomy later (including radiation therapy and reconstruction), and I had to go bankrupt.  Then I started drinking.  Then I got involved with a bigger drunk, a guy who liked beating me even when sober.  Then the breast cancer returned and—not even that Seinfeld episode about Elaine’s nipple could salvage that decade.  Plus I still miss the building where I’d had my clerical job.  That place lacked so much character, it had character.

Copyright © 2021 by David V. Matthews

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