You grip the steering wheel tightly at a red light, staring at the self-serve car wash across the street. Dollars exchange for quarters as customers spend money on a seemingly endless loop.
In the passenger seat next to you is a large stack of bills...but not dollars.
"I have the right tools. I could break into those coin deposits" you reason. Elaborate plans form in your mind. Stress and Burden could release their grip with this untraceable jackpot...
"HONK!"
Fantasy dissipates as the driver behind you brings you back to reality.
Accelerating, you choose integrity...this time.
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Brandon Phifer
Happily married, father of four. Writing has always taken a back seat to life, but I seem to always find my way back to it. I've decided to finally trust my mom's lifelong encouragement and write more consistently & let creativity flow!
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