Fortune Refused

Parzival Sattva
Nov 1 · 1 min read

Prompts = Sense, Vent, Myopic

Photo by Pepi Stojanovski on Unsplash

Ira Cummings was a man with no future. He had only the present, which recycled itself with tedious regularity: same morning routine, same bland breakfast, same maintenance man job in a rundown factory. His only joy was eating his bologna-sandwich lunch on the roof.

One day as he ate, a white canvas bag fell from the sky, venting $100 bills. The bag of money landed within arm’s…

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Parzival Sattva

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Lately, a writer of 100-word-stories at https://100-wordchallenges.blogspot.com/. A series of books is WIP right now. I hope you enjoy reading the writing :)

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