She noticed the weight of the nearly-full can. She smiled. There had to be $50 in it by now. Not much, but the tink of each dime as it clinked against each nickel against each quarter, jingled with a song of impending freedom, inching her that much closer to dusting off that suitcase and getting far away from Pete.
Sylvie dropped another dollar's worth of change into the coffee can nestled in the corner of her closet, behind a suitcase, hidden from Pete. If he knew he'd be furious, and steal her savings to buy something he needed, like beer.
She noticed the weight of the nearly-full can. She smiled. There had to be $50 in it by now. Not much, but the tink of each dime as it clinked against each nickel against each quarter, jingled with a song of impending freedom, inching her that much closer to dusting off that suitcase and getting far away from Pete.
Paul A. Freeman
5/1/2024 10:32:11 am
This story paints a vivid picture of a cruel and controlling husband though the MC's thoughts and actions - nicely done.
Christa Loughrey
5/1/2024 03:34:32 pm
Hope can be found in the smallest of things, as you demonstrate beautifully in this story.
Sue Clayton
6/1/2024 12:51:46 am
Let's hope it isn't too long before the coffee can sings loudly.
david milner
7/1/2024 07:44:20 pm
"jingled with a song of impending freedom..." Lovely. Comments are closed.
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