Once upon a time the Banks needed billions to keep alive because of the wicked poor.
The bad men who ran banks were sent home with only millions for comfort while companies died of money starvation.Too poor to be wicked, too good to be rich, who bails me out?
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.