Her face was dry. The girl wore her tears like gloves. When she got her turn in line, she held out the last dollar she could scrounge up.
"You're not going to ask why the metal has to be money first?" The collector at the factory looked at her. He stood much taller and had to tilt his gaze earthward to do so. But he wasn't looking down at her.
"You're building magic. If this works, it'll take desperation away." Not a question.
"That's the plan." Not an answer.
Again, she held out her bottom dollar.
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Comments (3)
Matthew, this story felt very dark and edgy. It was suspenseful and felt like a great prologue to something more. Are you planning to build off of it at all?
“Her face was dry. The girl wore her tears like gloves.” Wtf, how did you think of that? I love your sense of imagery, so gorgeous and poignant. And even though I’m not entirely sure of what’s happening, I feel it has something to do with “bet your bottom dollar” and the girl potentially finding her last hope towards a rise out of her situation. Whatever the truth, the story is lovely and I see a whole world in it.
I'm not sure what exactly is going on here, but it's really nicely written!