by Samantha Lê

The old man opens the door.  We rush in. 

“We’re the first ones!” So giddy, I pee a little. Fingers ransack private drawers. The wife’s wedding dress stretches over your sweatshirt. “Taffeta. Can you imagine such bad taste?” 

Outside. “$6 for a silver anniversary pendant! We robbed him. He doesn’t even know what he lost.”

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First published in New Times (San Luis Obispo, CA), 7 July, 2016, pp. 11.  55 Fiction Issue.