"Where's the rent?" Mr. Meanie said.
Greta held out her cat. Her lip quivered. "Have Rufus," she said.
"I don't want a cat," he snarled.
"He's gold." Everything Greta had touched that day--from the coffee pot to her dinner dumplings--turned to gold. Even her tears, if she touched them. Before Rufus nudged her hand, wanting a scratch, he'd been a great cat. Now he was worthless gold. "You can have him."
"Debt paid." Mr. Meanie scribbled a receipt.
Greta just kept crying gold tears. Midnight struck, and her tears changed back. Rufus peered in the window and meowed.


Comments: 74
So funny! I loved it, Kate. Such a good twist and turn. Again, expertly done!
Kristina
You've done an excellent job of keeping the reader glued to the content. Every line seemed to pull me into the next one; and the ending was just 'white magic'!
great short..imaginative..congratulations!