In Pursuit of Riches

He's dumping me for a rich girl.

         "I want to marry a rich girl," he said. "I like you, but you're not rich." He chuckled.

         I smiled and thought about the million in my bank account.

         "You don't love me?"

         "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't."

         "I'm not sorry," I said with a smile as I walked away. "Not sorry at all."


(55 word story)