When we finally summited Mount Kilimanjaro, the last thing we expected to see was a withered old man in an all-terrain wheelchair, surrounded by ten burly sherpas.
He looked at us with pale, watery eyes and said, “Remember, friends: money can buy you neither happiness nor salvation.”
Then he smiled.
This story is based on a title suggested by Jeremy Quinn.
At the End of the Road Thrift Store, bins held discarded items without much hope of being rescued, almost everything destined for the trash; used up; original value greatly diminished.
Still, treasure seekers in varying stages of salvation rummaged desperately, as eager as the objects were for one last chance.
Janet Yung lives and writes in St. Louis. Her short fiction has appeared in several online journals, including “Ineffective Ink,” “Write From Wrong Lit,” and “Flash Party.”