Happy birthday!
Paper rustling, excitement tinged with apprehension
Glittering, blinding.. sheer intoxication
I can’t accept this, it’s too expensive!
So what? It’s just money.
Too much of it!
It doesn’t matter, there’s plenty.
Exactly.
When it is about something else,
that matters more,
even if there’s very little of it,
I’ll be delighted to accept.
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Tags: Birthday, Gift, Money, Party
Posted in 55-worders, Idea ore, Storybook, Voicebox | Comments (4)
July 16th, 2007 at 11:21 am
hmmm, obviously not chocolate
July 16th, 2007 at 1:33 pm
Not a book either. Or land. God isn’t making any more of THAT
July 17th, 2007 at 4:31 pm
@ Manuscrypts, Sense: Unlike the protagonist in the story, I can be had…for a good book or a ton of chocolate
July 31st, 2007 at 3:02 pm
true