Mary Mesenburg

Letting Go

“What do you mean you found twenty THOUSAND dollars?” I pulled the phone sharply away from my ear as Iris shrieked. “You know how I like to plant my tomatoes deep so they can establish a strong root system? Well, I was digging, and I was down about a foot and a half when I found this box.” I stared down at the muddy box in my lap, the rusty lid flipped back with the sun shining on the bills like a holy spotlight.