‘I’m sorry.’‘I’ve worked here for 33 years.’
‘I know. We’re letting 125 people go.’
‘You’re sacking us, not letting us go. What am I meant to do? I’m 52.’
‘We have organised for someone to talk to you about your options.’
‘Options? What feckin’ options! There’s half a million people on the dole. I have a wife, kids, a mortgage to pay.’
‘As I said, I’m sorry. It’s part of a global restructuring. The manufacturing operations are relocating to Romania.’
‘And sod us poor bastards for a little extra profit! I take it that you still have your job?’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
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