Green Greed

The green goodness floated like butterflies. It’s not everyday that your dreams come true. I was not entirely sure what it was that granted me this. Prayers to God, church tithes, quarters in the fountain, or that heads-up penny I grabbed in the coffee shop? Regardless, I was thankful.

The fastest car out, a Hellcat, matte black with tinted windows and pounding bass sped through my boring neighborhood. I could hear the music blocks away and it coerced me to go outside. The bass was so loud you heard only bass and beats, the lyrics were muffled. Hundred dollar bills slipped out the passenger window. I had school loans to pay off, and who wanted to be sixty years old and finally debt free. So my advice is that when people are just giving you money, you take it.

Happily, I skipped down our perfectly paved but desolate road, following the bills like Hansel and Gretel following candy. The loud music pulsed to my happy heart, seeming louder, almost near. The booming beats seemed to have covered the sounds of my screams when I found myself being stuffed into a trunk, handful of hundreds and all.