Creased and Folded: A Short Story

By J.L. Shojosh

In this short story fiction, you’re entreated to the life of a one dollar bill, Todd. Todd falls for a higher denomination, a bill that’s as sassy as him. However, in a world more uncertain than ours, with his movements constrained by his human carrier, will Todd ever escape his form of slavery, let alone sail off with his new love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.L. Shojosh
• Release date: Sep 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005411732

J.L. Shojosh

I hope to show the universal humanity inherent in all of us. There's more that we as humans have in common with one another than the differences that sometimes pit us against each other. Through stories, I hope to highlight a few of those commonalities. Love conquers all.

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Creased & Folded

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Short Story

By J.L. SHOJOSH

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Copyright © 2020 Joshua Nsangi. All rights reserved.

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Published by R.B. Publishers, Smashwords Edition.

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Today was one of those early days. It was before dawn. The morning’s thick fog would instantly moisten my skin. A hand had reached down and pulled me right out of my new home. All I could think was, why?! You’d think that I’d get used to it by now, I mean, considering that I’ve been touched and displaced from my dwellings from the moment that I opened my eyes. I sometimes wonder if there are any other oddballs like me, the lunatics that detest being touched without consent, or fume at the bruises that come naturally with being squished, rubbed and folded. Oh, don’t get me started on the folding. I hate it when they fold me in two, or more…Of course, I’m still to meet any mavericks like me. No matter where I go, it’s always the same;