Value of a Dollar
Illustration by Anon D’mowlse
My little boy needs diapers. Rent is past due. The phone was shut off, then the water, and now the heat. Winter is coming. If I can’t support my family, can they still call it earning a living?
The clerk jarred me from my doldrums, “Lotto’s huge today; chance your luck?”
He handed me a dollar in change. “No, thank you. Just the diapers.”