Change
in my Pocket
(published in the 46th edition of Microfiction Monday Magazine)
by
Kenny A. Chaffin
All
Rights Reserved © 2016 Kenny A. Chaffin
Sick
of our constant fights I fled to Safeway for beer. The translucent
red cube was there when I pulled change from my pocket to pay the
cashier. I stopped, entranced by its billions of tiny blinking specks
deep inside. An entire universe of swirling galaxies and stars full
of possibility.
“Seventeen
ninety-five!” he said.
Back
home I held the cube out to her. “Look at it dammit! Look at it!”
She rolled her eyes. I pushed it under her nose. “Look!” I said,
touching it, tapping one, two, three times and she was gone as if
she'd never been.
