Small Change
Sometimes we want something, and this was one of those times. I wanted gum.
Life seemed okay, for the most part. I had a job, not the best job, but I was working, and plenty folks weren't. My apartment was small, but I had one. Life seemed okay…for the most part.
I ducked in a corner store and grabbed the first pack I saw, tossed it on the counter: ninety-seven cents. I gave him a buck.
Mostly okay. Not completely, but mostly.
He handed over three cents, and I stared at them. Who needs three cents, what can three cents mean to anyone? It seems he sensed my thoughts, because he said, “Sometimes small change is just what you need.”
I put them in my pocket. When I got home, I lined them on a piece of paper, then rolled clear tape across all three. Below, I wrote the words, “Small Change.”
It's been hanging on my fridge ever since.
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A short bit of fluff...
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Affecting and effective.
Good reminder. Save your pennies. *
A great truth -
"Sometimes small change is just what you need."
Well-written. I like the piece, Foster.
Always keep the change.*
No argument here! Little bits of truth are stuck on my fridge, too.
Life's little reminders - wonderful!
Good. The fine thread of reality between wanting and disappointment or so-what-ment. *
Nice *
Always love your small change. :)
Not fluff at all—but profound.
Perfect, universally appetizing. Fave.*
“Sometimes small change is just what you need.”
I agree. Those big changes can kill you.
Perfect flash.
Cool and smooth.