The circular saw wound down to a standstill. He piled up the last of the cut logs.
Bill waved at him as he headed out the door, gesturing that he would see him for a drink at the bar. There were only four of them that went along for the end-of-the-week drink now, hardly the famed gatherings of the past.
He took the letter from his pocket again. Three weeks from today and he would be out of a job. They blamed a lack of demand for their product. Moving the company to a more flexible workforce. Adapting to the global economy.
There was nowhere else to find work. All the other local sawmills had closed down, unable to compete when the big national had taken over this one.
Three kids to support, an ex-wife who wouldn’t cut him any slack.
He’d checked the insurance policy. It even gave him a breakdown of how much each limb or digit would be compensated.
He pushed the button to start up the saw again.

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.
To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
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Thanks for the reblog.
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The sacrifice one has to make – even if it must be paid in blood. Or am I reading too much into it? I hope I am, even if it’s a little grisly. It was a delight to read, as always.
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Thanks Chris, I think you read it right, unfortunately for him!
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Omg Bill, no! 😱
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Needs must I’m afraid! Thanks for reading Annie 🙂
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I live in hardwood/sawmill country. This is so true. Very good!
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Thanks Rosemary, good to know it rings true. A sad state of life is knowing you’re worth more in money terms to your children dead than you are alive!
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Wow, what a sad commentary on life!
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Afraid so. I really need to write a happy story soon…!
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🙂 yes…
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You spill your own blood to take care of your own blood. Ironic but true. Very sad. Nice one, Kelly.
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Thanks Neel.
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Thanks for the reblog!
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Gross. As someone who was recently laid off, I think there has to be a better way.
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You would hope so, but it does happen to some less fortunate on rare occasions.
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As soon as I read the title and the first sentence, I knew this wasn’t going to end well. My grandfather was a farmer and worked around a lot of different machinery. He was missing parts of fingers on both hands. Alas, no insurance coverage back then. Nicely written.
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Thanks Maggie, I’m not sure that insurance cover, especially the way the law works around it, has been a wholly good thing in a lot of cases!
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True, but a life saver in other cases. I don’t think I’d give up any fingers to find out, though. [shudders]
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Nooo, don’t do it! It’s very sad that people are pushed to that point.
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I agree! Thanks for reading.
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OH my gosh, Iain, he’s going to saw off 3 of his fingers for the insurance policy! So sad that he feels that is his only way to survive at this point. Great story!!
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Thanks PJ. Good to be back on the FFfAW 🙂
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Glad to have you back!
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This is a fine story, which creates emotion and shows the down side to capitalism.
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Thanks Michael, that’s what I was aiming for.
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Gruesome but really good. I found myself reading the final sentences out of the corner of my eye. A topical story too, in a way, given recent media coverage about 3rd world residents selling their own (or their family members’) organs just to survive.
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Thank you. Unfortunate that this could be applied to a lot of places in the world. Always the little guy who is left with no option.
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Desperate times call for desperate measures…
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Afraid so!
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Oh no! There has to be another way 🙁
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Not this time 😦
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Life can be stranger than fiction Iain. And your story depicts some real human and social problems. The sacrifice a father makes for his family is one that should never be underestimated or taken lightly, I am sure he never shared his burdens with his family, if he did they would have found a solution together. Powerful story that says much about what goes on in a person’s heart and mind when close to desperation.
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Thank you, I’m happy you were able to draw so much from my short story.
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i did and always enjoy reading your stories, the have depth and I imagine a reflection of your keen observation of human interaction. Well done Iain.
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Desperate measures Iain, not sure I’d go to the length….good story…
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Not sure I could either. Thanks Michael.
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This is a new angle to the old “costs an arm and a leg” cliche. Unfortunately he’s apt to discover in time that insurance money runs out, too. Then what?
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He’s got 7 more fingers….
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EEEK! Maybe he should rather do the next three as toes?
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a sad snippet that is so realistic. nice one, Iain!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome! 🌹
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I’m cringing at the thought! Great story! 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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How sad to have to make a choice like that! Great writing! Through one of the other A to Z participants I was nominated for the Mystery Blogger Award and one of the qualifications is to nominate other bloggers. I have chosen you as one of mine. No pressure to accept, just passing on the good will. You can read all about it on my blog.
Man It’s May
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Wow! The desperation and hopelessness he must have felt to resort to such drastic measures!! Great take on the prompt.
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Thank you Kay 🙂
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This feels so real and sad.
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Thank you
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This is horrible Ian, not the writing that’s awesome as usual but too think he would sacrifice his fingers, felt he didn’t have a choice but to cut them off for the insurance money. Probably just to get by too until he could find something else to do. It’s too bad the company would not re-educate its workers and update their skills with technology etc so they could be some of this flexible work force at least.
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My experience of employers is that they have no interest in retraining workers. Once they are made redundant the company doesn’t care. Sad but seems to be the way. Thanks for reading.
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Yeah, I agree with you Ian. I guess I always hope for better. You’re welcome!
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Ohh no! The sacrifices one will make for their loved ones. Great story, Iain. I loved how you subtly weaved in a hint as to what he was going to do and left it upto the reader to find out! Great story as usual. 🙂
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Thank you, very kind 🙂
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