‘That’s plenty’
“Yes, sir. Thank you,sir. Could I just have one more?’
‘Do I look like I run a charity? Keep moving, you’re holding up the line.’
Rubbing his nose vigorously, blinking back tears, Oliver swallowed and tried again:
‘Please, sir. Just one more bill. I promise I’m good for it.’
The moneylender grunted, rolled his wealthy eyes and put another $50 bill in the cracked, outstretched hand.
‘Mind you pay it back next time!’
Oliver’s face creased in a smile of gratitude. He’d now be able to buy those medicines for mom.
Cancer and abundant poverty don’t mix.
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An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
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