 | Genre: Wee story | Word count: 100 |
Not This Time
Aunt Lucy once told me that if you went to the top of the Empire State building and dropped a penny over the side, by the time it hit the ground ten people would have died worldwide.
I vowed never to go there with coins in my pocket.
Aunt Lucy was a genius with figures… except her own. She put on a lot of weight after Uncle Cyrus died. Comfort food, she told Mother. It doesn’t look that comfortable, Mother replied.
I often wonder if Lucy revised that statistic as she plummeted from the top of the Empire State building.
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