Jack got that all too familiar dull, sick feeling in the pit of his stomach when he opened the white envelope. Bills, that’s all they were these days. Gas, almost doubling, he wasn’t sure how he was going to juggle the never ending line of bills.
He tore open the envelope, but it looked a little strange. Not the gas bill, although it was due, but something different. Premium bond, was the title of the letter, but she couldn’t remember ever owning one.
The check was for one thousand pounds, enough to cover her bills, and a holiday too. It would only be in Norfolk, but he promised his son they could go away this year. He had been saving the tokens, but October was months away, they needed a holiday now.
The name on the letter was familiar, his nan always told him about buying something for a rainy day. Now he had a bit of money, he didn’t have to worry, at least for now.
‘Daddy, why are you laughing?’ his son asked.
‘Where do you want to go on holiday Jake?’ he said, taking the brochure from the table.