My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann

— Stories from the Roads (Not) Taken

A grizzled, gap-toothed man asks to break a twenty for his bill. I keep all m’fives, he tells the waitress.

The man at the counter laughs.  I like keeping all my money, too.

Naw, the fives. He holds a bill aloft. The ones with E.

When I was little and loud, my favorite word was, Why.

Because I said so, they replied, a hammer smashing the universe to dust. It coated my eyes, choked my throat, settled like rocks along my spine.

Powerful tools, hammers. They break and build, I learned.

I swivel right. Why E’s, I say. Why fives?

*****

4 thoughts on “Because I Said So

  1. mariettashaw says:

    I enjoy reading your “feel good” writings and stories.

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    1. Thank you! I’m so glad you like them 🙂

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  2. peytonellas says:

    Another winner! I really like reading your posts.

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    1. Thanks! I appreciate your feedback 🙂

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