MONEY STINKS BUT I LIKE THE SMELL (a short story)

“Them go hear am today” I mumble excitedly as I pick the sixth can of perfume from my very expensive collection and douse myself with it, pressing the nozzle angrily and running it from my head to my toes and up again countless times, till I am sure the fragrance has soaked into every part of my clothing. “And one day the man shall wash his clothes with expensive wine…that day don reach” I soliloquize as I take a swab of hair cream and apply to my hair, observing in my mirror of golden frames, as my hair begins to […]

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