Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on February 10, 2024 by Jan Wilberg

Gerry drove a Corvette. When he and Pearl decided to leave Michigan for Los Angeles, he sold their house and everything in it and packed their clothes in two suitcases. They wore sunglasses the whole way.
In L.A., Gerry sold cash registers to corner grocers, telling them they’d be rich soon, driving a car like his. He used a fountain pen to sign each receipt, screwing the top carefully lest the ink mar his shirt, his favorite of the two that made the trip.
Pearl put her hair in a French twist for work at the Gas Company. She typed.
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Category: 100 Word StoriesTags: #100 word story

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Throwback to about 1955 right there. Love it!