The Money Book

It was an early Wednesday morning: she woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring. As she opened her eyes to turn off her alarm, she feels a cool leather object under her fingers instead of her phone. Opening her eyes, she notices a small leather black book on her night table she was sure was not there the night before. she grabs it and opens the book to find it empty, with no inscription, notes, or anything. Not even a name. She slides her finger from the top of the page down to the bottom. as her finger reaches the bottom the page turns into a 100-dollar note. She blinks. She wonders if her eyes are playing tricks on her, if she is hallucinating or if she truly saw what she thinks she had just seen. She rips the note out of the book and tries again. It works again.

"How many pages does this book even have?" she asks herself aloud. As quickly as she can she runs her finger down along every page, turning the rest of the pages into $100 notes. Then she rips them out of the little black book, careful as to not rip the notes, and counts them. She had $20,000 from the mysterious little black book.

"A money book" she jokes to herself. She frantically finds a bag to fit all of the money in so she can deposit the cash into her savings account. She puts the money on the front seat as she drives herself to the bank, paranoid that she will be pulled over and the police will not believe the money that $20,000 cash magically appeared to her from the empty black book. They will probably think she stole it. As she stops at a red light, she contemplates if the people at the bank will raise red flags about her having the money in cash, if they will assume she stole it or she got it from selling drugs or herself. She knows that people are extremely judgemental. She knows they wouldn't understand her or her life. They didn't know her dreams and how this money will help her attain her goals of owning her own house. She changes her plans of putting the money into savings to asking the bank for a loan or mortgage so she can buy a house.

When she walks into the bank, there's a long line of people looking impatient while a short middle-aged woman at the start of the line was yelling at the bank teller. She laughs to herself and thinks of the 'Karen' meme. She zones out while time goes by and the next thing she knows, she is at the front of the line waiting for a bank teller. She tells the teller that she would like a mortgage loan to buy a house and she has the cash to do so currently with her. The bank teller helps her get the loan and takes the money and sets her up with a real estate agent. She goes looking for houses in her budget making a mental note of if the houses tick off things from her wishlist like a pool, 3 bedrooms and a garage. She finds her dream home. Unfortunately, it is out of her price range so she goes home after a long day of house hunting and goes to bed.

She wakes up to her alarm again. However, this morning when she starts to get ready, she realises that the little black book has filled up again, she had another $20,000 in cash. She gasps as she realises this means she can get a mortgage on her dream house. She rushes to get ready so she can return to the bank and give them this $20,000. When she arrives, she gets the same bank teller as the day before. He sees the bag and raises his eyebrows at her. He helps her with her loan and she calls the real estate agent and gets her dream house. When she returns to thank the bank teller he is nowhere to be seen. She asked another bank teller about him when she is told that he didn't work there and was only there today and yesterday. Bewildered she questions if he gave her the little black book? If he knew how she got the cash or again if her mind was playing tricks on her? She did know she was and forever would be grateful for that little black book.