everyday words, fiction, microfiction, Ohio River Valley Literature, plague years

of signs n rumors of signs

Outside of Murfreesboro at a truck stop. I paid cash for an Apple Danish and an ill-advised ham and turkey sandwich. The woman at the checkout was complaining about the lack of spare change. I told her about the quarter shortage and how no one is spending it, and how a lot of businesses moved to cashless payments. She shook her head and said “Lord yes. It’s true. That’s in the Bible.” She told me to be careful as I left. She was very earnest.

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