The snow got in Matt’s socks as he slogged his way to the money tree. Paper thin, silver dollar sized pods wrapped around mustard seed sized cores rattled dryly in the winter breeze. He grabbed the brittle branches and gave it a shake to loosen the weight of snow. Cold filled the gap between jacket and glove.
“This is a perfect analogy for the cold and unfeeling modern economic climate and the travesty of capitalism.” He couldn’t wait to share his insights.
“Hey Matt,” his girlfriend yelled from the back door. “Quit messing around in the garden and help me wash the dishes.”
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Janet Webb
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