Literature
5 - And City Lights
“That’ll be fifteen dollars, Sir.”
TimeRunner couldn’t help the somewhat displeased scoff he gave at the look the teller gave him. Yes. He had just dropped a pile of pennies, quarters and dimes onto the counter, and was planning on counting them out till the fifteen requested dollars had been accounted for. But there was no need to get that exasperated look, as though this homeless man had just robbed the teller of his precious time this evening, to probably be wasted catching up on a tabloid insert he saw upon the desk.
And those dramatic sighs and unpleasant groans from behind him. Honestly. As though he didn’t