Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on August 31, 2021 by Jan Wilberg

She hid money in there. You have to look through every towel.”
There was talk of cash in the linen closet where the good tablecloths were kept. So, Annie pulled out every piece of fabric, shook it out, and laid it over the orange chair in the living room.
She found a silver rabbit wrapped in a washcloth, a can opener tucked in a pillowcase, and then five $1 bills wrapped tight with a dozen rubber bands in a Christmas napkin. But then under the doilies was a tiny box with a lock of her red hair and a thimble.
Category: 100 Word Stories


What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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