"Where’d you get this?" he asked turning the filthy cross over in his hands. "Jist worthless junk."
The girl reached out for the tarnished relic. "It's mine."
"You messin' in the alley, girlie?"
"I found it in the trash."
"Well it ain’t yers and we don’t need no more garbage in here," he said dropping her treasure to the floor.
Twenty years later she perched on the edge of the chair as the man peered over his glasses at her while cradling the piece as if it were the Mona Lisa. "Where did you get this? It could be priceless."
Written in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The prompt and inspiration was the word worthless. Please, mosey on over to Lou's, the host for the challenge, and read how other writers spin the prompt for the week, worthless.
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