Callie Fauntleroy 55 Fiction
March 18th
Life is No Fair Game
My wealthy brother, Billy, frolicked around with hundreds of dollars floating around in his pockets. That left me, his unfortunate sister, trapped in jail, without money, or a home. My only possession was a rusty car. Suddenly, Billy yelled victoriously,“ I win!” as he placed his favored monopoly piece, a thimble, on the last space.