While I continue trying to regain my footing with my various projects, the discovery of Charles and Lucille in the depths of my gray matter has been a remarkable discovery. As I continue coaxing their lives from the hidden recesses of my mind, the light of my illumination bounces off the beautiful facets, revealing a vast and rich history to explore. As I mentioned last week, the collection of micro-fiction this month that center on these characters will highlight Charles’ journey into the urchin featured in Fortunes.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
“Kid, you told me you’d be here a few days,” the portly male said, rubbing his nails across his shirt. “That was a quarter cycle ago. Where are your parents?”
“Quincy, that couldn’t be any less relevant.” Charles’ lips contorted as his quaking fingers removed the credit chip from his pocket. “Since there’s enough here, why are you tossing me out?”
The stocky figure pushed Charles’ hand down as his head swayed. “You’re forgetting that when I process your payments, the system notifies me about the balance on that strip of plastic.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
The man rubbed his belly as he withdrew a small tablet and handed it over to Charles. “As you reread this section of the agreement, remember you willingly signed it. There’s a clause that grants me access to the chip’s balance whenever I process it.”
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