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Trash

Paper-thin, barely blocking any light, practically sandpaper. 

Mildred was the premier treasure hunter in this realm. She commanded respect and awe. Her presence was a gift. 

After all, a well placed treasure could make her rich. Of course, she would bestow a bit of that blessing onto anyone who helped her locate it. 

But this … this was abysmal. 

Mildred knew what the perfect specimen was and this was not it. 

“I thought we were clear that you had a paper of the highest quality!” Mildred held the rolls high. “Look at this! This is not treasure! This is trash!”

For Friday Fictioneers
Word Count: 100
Imagine dealing with some kind of inter-dimensional treasure hunters after the good toilet paper during Covid.
PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell

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Letters from inside my head

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