A Million Little Dollars
“Maybe I can get that chalet in Tuscany.”
“I could just not work; stop completely as they say.”
“I could probably donate, but then again that’s not the person I am -I don’t like giving.”
“So, what can I do?”
A lifeless suitcase stashed with a million dollars stared right back at him.
It was an ordinary morning -bathroom, breakfast and breaking news. He liked to leave his house with the drapes drawn and that is exactly what he was doing, when he saw a black leather suitcase on his porch.
And now it was here on the couch that costed him less than a hundred bucks.
He didn’t have much debt, just the usual deductions.
This was not a miracle; he could count the number of good deeds over the past 28 years. This was not a mistake; no one tried to hide the suitcase. This was not a gift; he knew no one loved him enough to give him that much.
This was one of those days when life dared you to play along.
It was then that he realised how he didn’t have anything on his mind,
“How is this going to make a difference? I’m going to be the same person even after I spend it on all the things I think I want.”
“Maybe I’ll take the day to figure out what to do”
He left the suitcase on the couch and made a dash for work. And all he did the whole day was make a list of things that could possibly make him feel better. This whole process of not having anything in mind killed him.
Was there anything in the world he really needed right now?
There was nothing on the list.
He made his way back home only to find smoke, ashes, black charred walls and a bunch of fire fighters. Apparently, the neighbours caught sight of a thick black smoke and called in.
Fucking fantastic.
And this too he accepted. It’s gone. There’s really nothing. The insurance will cover this up and I’ll have my ordinary life back minus the million dollars that would’ve changed nothing.
He was relocated for a month opposite a dingy bar.
This was temporary just like the suitcase. He forgot about everything in one drink and kicked back everyday after work with Netflix.
Same old, same old.
“Today is the end of the month which means I will get my salary and move back to my house and carry on.”
It was then that his phone beeped.
“Oh yes, salary.”
He dumped his chips next to him and crawled to his phone. Stared for a good 5 minutes at the message that read, “USD 1,000,000 has been credited into your account 101-XXXXX-305″
Life is strange.












