Quarters

Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.

The nice lady stood outside the library. It was a cold morning.

“Do I have to put change in the meter?” she asked.

“Yes,” a nice man answered, “the meter works every day except on Sundays.”

“How about today?” she asked.

“Yes. Today. Today is Monday” the nice man answered.

“How about today?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do I have to pay, today?”

“Yes. Today is Monday. You have to pay for the parking meter, today.”

“I do?” She seemed sad and confused. Maybe this was the first time she’d seen a parking lot. She was 62 years old.

“Yes.”

“How long?”

The nice man inhaled and exhaled. It took him a long time to do this.

“I think it’s a ten minutes for a quarter.”

The woman was so sad and confused. She just wanted to go home and read.

“Do you need a quarter?” asked the nice man.

“Yes,” answered the woman.

The man removed a quarter from his gray pants and handed it to her. He walked away quickly and she didn’t say thank you.

At about 5 o’clock, the woman finally left the library.

There was a bright orange ticket tucked under the windshield wiper of her Honda Accord.

She removed the ticket and walked over to the man who was trying the fix the shingles on the side of the building across the street.

“They said I could park here,” said the woman.

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