Bella Talib

Property of M.Gardiner

A flicker of green caught her eye. No, that couldn't be right. Julie Gardiner whipped around from where she had been hastily combing her hair in front of the mirror and sure enough there she saw a bundle of clean if slightly crinkled twenty dollar bills poking out from the top drawer of her dresser. She gasped, the plastic comb that had previously been in her hand clattered to the floor as she rushed over to see whether her eyes were deceiving her.