Price - Fiction


 

She laid her head down on her crossed arms and began to cry. It wasn't supposed to be like this, she thought to herself as the tears ran down her face. Because of a mistake I made several years ago, now I have to endure this shit. She looked up briefly to see that the day hadn't changed; in fact, the hours and minutes proceeded to go right by her without any thought to her dilemma. I want something more than this, she told herself while wiping her face with her sleeve. She slowly got out of her chair, checked herself in the mirror, and then smiled widely as she walked out and into the store to begin her day. As she greeted customers, she kept telling herself - if you hadn't been so careless with money, you would still be at home right now, working on your latest novel. Instead, you're selling wasteful items to people who have money to stupidly burn. She nodded as a customer walked up to her with questions about an espresso machine. The price needed to be paid. 

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