this morning #357.

this morning, in another egregious example of ethical impropriety, he dropped the contents of the cookie jar onto the kitchen table. the thick wad of bills landed with a thud. it’d come to this. if only his wife hadn’t started squirreling away money & stowing it in a cliché hiding spot, he wouldn’t have been tempted. now he was here, telling himself that by replacing the inner bills with a stack of questionable counterfeits, he could pay off his debt & buy himself enough time to make back what he’d taken. he figured it would take two months max. what he didn’t figure was that his wife would soon try to spend her stash on an early anniversary gift. when they next saw each other, it’d be at the precinct.