Short Stories

“Your twins need to be put back into place”, said my old neighbour as I walked by his house. I knew my twin boys weren’t angels, but I didn’t feel his words were justified. I frowned, but before I could retort he added, “This should help”, and handed me a few hundred bucks. How was I supposed to know he was talking about my sagging breasts?

I sat there crying as he laughed. He had taken everything I owned. I had no money left, and I couldn’t borrow any money from the bank. I was begging him to reconsider and have mercy on me... but he just laughed and asked me to hand over my last dollar, along with my dignity. That’s the last time I’m ever playing Monopoly with that jerk.