Alone for an hour while her daughter ran errands, she stirred a batch of homemade paste in the glass mixing bowl. The one used for countless peanut butter cross cookies, birthday cake and pancake batters. Cheerfully, she brushed glue over all those twenty dollar bills from the strong box. Funny how that old box, once so valued and protected, now registered the same as her metal napkin holder.
Smoothing the bills on top of the living room’s end table, she sealed her artwork with a final glaze. Shellacking over water stains, kids' toy scratches, and that cigarette burn Emily Stover never did own up to. Well, who can remember Emily, anyway?
12 min 38 sec, 115 words