Story told me

by Dave Migman

They were arguing
over the day’s takings
he says
he took more than she
she that hers were greater
he’d miscounted
furious she took her wad
and ripped it

clean in half and
threw it in his face

furious he took his lighter
and set his 300
notes on fire
and stamped the cinders
on the ground
and “THERE!”
he shouted

“THERE!”

she laughed wafting the
remains in his face

“yeah yours is ash,
mine still smells
like money”

and they fell to it
right there
on the floor like eels