Wild Mushrooms

“Money isn’t gonna’ buy you a thing. It’s for the uneducatated, those who don’t understand the new ways of the world. They rush around like chickens, gathering up piles of cash. Before they get it stuffed beneath their mattresses, half the value disappears.”

Grandmother handed me a mushroom, harvested from the woods. “Eat, child. It’s nourishment.”

Was that the truth, or did Grandmother need one less mouth to feed?

Home for spring break before this madness started, I had no idea. My education had not prepared me for this. I took the mushroom. I was hungry. And so I ate.

 

This was written for the prompt at The Thin Spiral Notebook. 100 words about money.