The Lone Dollar (Personal Fantasy Challenge)

I held my last dollar tightly in my fist until it bunched up into sharp edges. Somehow, it made the dollar more real.

With some hesitancy, I opened my hand and stared down at the wrinkled dollar with a heavy sigh. I hated when my money looked like crap. I took it between my pinched fingers and stretched it out.

“Well, little buddy,” I said to my money, “it’s down to just you and me now.”

I held it a little closer to my face. I couldn’t believe that this was it. Nothing else was coming and I had no idea what I was going to do.

“I don’t suppose you could get some of your friends for me, could you?”

I didn’t expect an answer…And if I had, that would have meant more problems for me. A strong gust of wind blew the dollar from my hand. I yelled out and chased it down the block before it was beyond my grasp.

I collapsed to the ground. There was nothing left for me.

...Until a large bag of money fell from the sky. Lazily, the lone dollar floated down to join the bag.


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