When I was just starting out working in the world, I pinched pennies when I paid my bus fares. I was terrified of my personal budget deficit. I scrimped on lunches. Just when I accepted fate, life changed. I’m grateful to God for plucking me from slow decay. But I’ll never forget my humble origins.

She alights to walk back to another bus stop.

Prompt: fare. Six sentence story.

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