Mary Melcer
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Aspiring writer of both fiction and non-fiction
Florida girl
Lifelong learner
Believer
Gigi, my favorite title
Stories (2)
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The Diary
For three nights now, the dream just will not stop. There’s a box, plain, cardboard, the size of a $15 flat rate shipment. Something makes her flinch, worried, afraid of being caught, but she opens it anyway. Inside are haphazard stacks of dollar bills, twenties, fifties, hundred-dollar bills, some in red rubber bands, some in green, some in blue, no system, no order. When she reaches for a stack, to touch it and make it real, to feel its weight, her hand falls to the box’s bottom. As if a mirage, the money is gone and her head is banging and she’s so, so thirsty.
By Mary Melcer5 years ago in Humans
The Diary
For three nights now, the dream just will not stop. There’s a box, plain, cardboard, the size of a $15 flat rate shipment. Something makes her flinch, worried, afraid of being caught, but she opens it anyway. Inside are haphazard stacks of dollar bills, twenties, fifties, hundred-dollar bills, some in red rubber bands, some in green, some in blue, no system, no order. When she reaches for a stack, to touch it and make it real, to feel its weight, her hand falls to the box’s bottom. As if a mirage, the money is gone and her head is banging and she’s so, so thirsty.
By Mary Melcer5 years ago in Humans
