What He's Taught Me

So this is just a--I don't know what you'd call it, story I guess--about what God has taught me lately while I was waiting for important information. I wrote it really quickly so there's probably some grammar errors and the ending does need some work. It's not 100% relevant to my situation, but I tried to make it kind of general. And if you have any title ideas that would be great, I'm kind of empty.

I stared into the empty box in disbelief, then looked up at my husband.
"That's all? That's all that's left?" I said, hoping against hope that it was untrue.
"That's all," he repeated.
The town clock began to chime and Lewis looked up to listen.
Five. Six. Seven.
Lewis grabbed his coat from off the chair, "Time for work."
He kissed me on the cheek and went out into the street.
I stood rigid by the table, staring blankly into the box.
One sovereign. That was all we had left--and he had taken it with him.
"Time for work," his words echoed in my ears. I scoffed. Time to look for work was more like it.
Ever since the duke had cancelled the construction project Lewis went out into the city to look for work. Some of the time he would pick up an odd job that lasted a few hours. I knew when that happened because he wouldn't come home for lunch.
We were one step away from the workhouse.


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