thirteenth bird

So, I'm home sick, but the fever is gone and my cold medicine is "non-drowsy," so I thought I'd play creative catch-up. Any weirdness in the next few posts can be attributed to my very weird reaction to decongestants. (True story.)


What can you do with a dollar? Use a dollar bill as your medium or inspiration today.


I call it "The Great Escape?".
--Also, punctuation is a tricksy beast. Where does the period go?

The Wallet--a prison to the dollar.

The dollar peers out...

wary of danger.

The weight of The Wallet is tremendous!

Finally, he extricates himself...

and takes a better look at his surroundings.

He makes sure the coast is clear.

After making certain that no one is around to recapture him...

he allows himself a brief moment of celebration.

The dollar sets off at a run...

eager to reach the edge of the table--and his freedom.

The dollar is almost there!

At the edge of the table, he springs...

and takes a flying leap into freedom's arms!

Never again will he be traded away for cheap, fleeting items such as chapstick or dental floss. He'll be his own dollar. He'll choose his own destiny. He'll--

 OH NO! He's been caught!

"Please," pleads the dollar. "Not back in there! Anywhere but there! A pocket! A piggy bank! Please! PLEASE!"

But the hand knows no mercy.

The Wallet closes with a small click. And the dollar is left alone in the darkness to await his fate. The pennies snicker together and whisper, "We knew you'd never escape. No one ever escapes The Wallet."