It is time for Saturday Centus again. There has been no reading or writing for me in about ten days. I am up in the dark before dawn with only chirping song birds for company. Maybe I can get a shot at a few words. Jenny's prompt this morning is It was only ninety-eight cents.
For more details and to read more Centus writings, go to Jenny's blog at http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/03/saturday-centus-it-was-only.html.
Buying a Treasure
Jenny opened the shop door as she felt the money in her pocket. Did she dare spend this wealth? Her hands were still slightly brown with broken nails where she had forced some of the pecans from dried mud. Her finger tips were sore from picking out the precious nut meats.
Times were hard and Mummy worked long hours at the laundry, but she refused to take Jenny’s money to help. She wanted Jenny to buy something for herself, some reward to enjoy from her hard work. Jenny had already set aside a few coins for the church collection basket. Now did she dare to spend the rest here?
Once inside the store, she went straight to the treasure she longed to have for her own. It was only ninety-eight cents, half of her money. She made her purchase and then opened the cover to Frost’s invitation-“You come too..”