Change in my Pocket
(published in the 46th edition of Microfiction Monday Magazine)
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.