She was broke. I mean, it was Monday and she got paid on Friday. That type of broke. The dollar bill fell out her pocket and Dixie, her dog, swallowed it whole.
“Out!” she said, grabbing the dog’s mouth and opening it wide. “Out!”
There was nothing there.
“All right,” she said. “Fine.”
And the two of them went for walks. They sat in the park. They played Frisbee. And being broke no longer mattered. And when Dixie finally shat out the dollar, she kept it. She cleaned it off a bit, yes. But she kept it just the same.
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Title by: Magpie
Story by: Jarvis
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