Story: Dissapointment

She was rudely woken up the next day when the phone in hall, rang. She cursed whoever who was calling and pulled a pillow over her head to muffle the sound. It was the weekend after all. She wanted to sleep longer. Waking up only brought her more misery.

The phone stopped ringing for a moment, only to begin again. Annoyed, she woke up and dragged her feet to the hall, cursing the cold marble floor and almost everything that got on her way.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Ms. Anita?”

“Yes?”

“Hi, I’m calling from the police station. We found your… erm…tin?”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, please come and collect it as soon as possible. Bye”

“Hey, wait! Is the money sti…?”

Click.

“Rude bastard”, she muttered to herself and got ready to get to the police station while keeping her fingers crossed that her savings in the tin was still intact. Somehow, she has a nasty feeling that it won’t be but she kept praying all the way.

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An hour later, she walked out of the station clasping the rusty tin. The money was stolen and the men at the station made fun of her tin. Spirits dampen, she walked over to the park nearby and sat on a wooden bench, sobbing.

“Hi, we meet again”
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-to be continued