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The Scarf

Short Story

It was her favorite scarf. She got it from grandma after the funeral. A souvenir of sorts. It was inside a bunch of wax locks our great aunt kept hidden from everyone. The stingy, quiet witch.

No one thought she’d buried so much cash in her closet. Not even the adopted boys. Looks like the heavens made sure she’d live to her stingy DNA by not giving her progeny.