The times: a short story

It was good times and bad times

Winter made business slow and Norma was getting worried. It was only November and we had no money. I prayed everyday for a break in the storm in our life.

Staying positive wasn't easy and skipping meals became all to common. This was not our first winter and yet it felt like our last. 

I was none to pleased with myself knowing as a man I should provide better  but we were in winter months and the crops just wouldn't grow. 

It was truly the end and all I had was Norma and cans of beans. 

"Soon the light will shine"she said. But frankly it was hard to believe.