The Faded Dust
The ledger showed forty-two hours, which meant three dollars and sixty cents, a sum that fell two dollars short of the red sash I needed for my mother’s birthday. I counted the coins in my pocket, the copper warm and slick, knowing that the shop on Main Street would not accept less than the exact price. The light in the office was yellow and thick, trapped in the glass of the hanging lamp, and...
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