she pulled up to the counter in her
wheel chair,
fumbling with her black wallet with the
golden clasp..
The old man waited behind the counter,
his eyes full of
patience and compassion.
She waved a crispy
one hundred dollar bill
asking sheepishly
was there any way
he could break a hundred?
To which he replied
with ready wit,
"Yeah i can break it.
You want me to rip it in half?"
She laughed.
for a small minute,
he made her feel
more human,
the easy banter between them
bolstered her.
she straightened in
her chair.
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