Flash Fiction (number 2)

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The coins lay there on the bedspread, half hidden by the backpack, the dull gold winking in the sunlight coming through the bedroom window. They called to him, as he passed by his sister’s doorway, calling louder than her voice could.

He knew that he could use that money for so many things, and so before his conscience came into play, he entered his sister’s room, snatching up the small pile of coins and stuck them in his jean pocket before he heard his sister coming back upstairs. He was relieved that he had inherited his father’s speed as he ran back into his bedroom, and switched on the tv.

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