It was the third job he'd lost since he and Monique were married, and Sorry knew it was going to hurt her more than it hurt him.  She worked so hard to hold things together for him and the kids, and he wasn't looking forward to seeing the disappointment on her pretty face.  Although he'd been an ace at the job, he – uh – he just didn't take direction well.  He wheeled his Harley out of the garage, admiring the way the afternoon sun lit up the old panhead's chrome as he straddled the bike and fastened his helmet.  He had time for a good ride before Mo got off work, and a good ride always made things better.

Inspired by Lillie McFerrin's blog at http://lilliemcferrin.blogspot.com/p/five-sentence-fiction.html