Short Stories!

A dollar (?)

Quick Side Note: I have a lot to say, so bear with me. This story is inside a story. So I was really in the mood to write something so I asked my sister for a word. So she said Money, and I said I have no idea how to do that. So she said a dollar, and so here we are. I have no idea what genre this would be, so if you could tell me that'd be greatly appreciated. I also would have liked to edit this way more than I did, so sorry for any misspellings. This is definitely not my best work, but I made it really fast, cut me some slack. I'm not really that happy with it. Ok, now that that's done, on with the story!

He walked fast, not looking where he was going. 

He kept his eyes furiously trained at the ground as hot, angry, kept tears falling like waterfalls. 

How dare that man say that to him! 

And in front of his crush no less! 

But the reason the tears wouldn't stop was not because the man was wrong, no, it was just the opposite. 

It was because he believed he was right. 

It was true, all that he had said, but even so he was still mad, still upset.

 Nothing could save his mood now, he was sure of it. 

He was walking so fast he might have even been running if not for the crowded streets that prohibited him from doing so. 

And, as he did he ran into someone, a little old lady. 

But in the state he was in, he could not be bothered to apologize. 

In fact he probably would have left her there if not for the flutter of paper he caught out of the side of his eye. 

A dollar, a single dollar fell to the ground on the busy sidewalk.

Before the crowd could trample it he snatched it from the ground. 

Now he would normally just pocketed the money, and continued like it was a normal day. 

But this was not a normal day, and a memory struck his mind, something his mother once said to him. If you can't help yourself, help someone else and maybe you'll feel a little better. 

So with that memory set firmly in place, he made his way through the sea of people and found the lady he had bumped into. 

"Hello," he said cautiously, "I believe this is yours, also sorry for bumping into you!" he inwardly groaned, cursing himself for being so awkward, and held out the dollar. 

"Oh, thank you!" the woman's eyes shined with delight, "Oh, you know what? Keep it you deserve it for being such a gentleman, after having such a bad day." she gestured at his bloodshot eyes, the tears drying on his face. 

"Oh! Um.. thank you." He said.

 "No worries my dear." the woman patted his cheek like a grandma would, and left him in the middle of the street, bloodshot eyes, tears drying on his face, clutching a single dollar like it was a lifeline. 

Huh he thought maybe I do feel better.