The day matched my mood. Gray. Bitter. I had just lost my job. Ugly accusations echoed in my ears. Negligence. Stupidity. Careless. How could I face my friends? Who would trust me? My untied shoelace changed my life. As I leaned down to re-tie it, I kicked away a few leaves. When I turned my head slightly to look where the leaves had been, I was astonished to see a rubber-banded wad of hundred dollar bills nestled in a little indention in the muddy ground. I grabbed the cash and raced back to the office. Nearly falling, I stumbled up the stairs and flung the door open. I gasped, “Look! I found it! The missing deposit.”
Mr. Wainwright glanced up from the keyboard. With a look of relief he sighed, “Seems like I can stop drafting this want ad, but only if you promise to repair that hole in your pocket!”
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Good one. I went blank when I read that prompt.
ReplyDeleteGreat use of the prompt!
ReplyDeleteTerrific. I loved your unique take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThat really was unique! Good writing here!!
ReplyDeleteI had trouble posting so I tacked on to Judie's post. This was very well written. I loved the fact that she was the one that lost it and then found the money.
DeleteGreat job. This one really works.
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Very clever story you worked around that prompt.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! What a great ending! Really enjoyed reading this one!
ReplyDeleteWhat a clever take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteBravo! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fabulous, fabulous twist on this prompt!
Love, love, loved this!
One of my favorite SC's. Ever!
Bravo!