Fiction | Big doings at the dollar store

Or: What can you get for $20?

It was the first truly warm day after a long, obnoxious winter, and nearly all of the snow had melted. Instead of white, the street was brown and gray and dotted with puddles, and the March sun was insistent and blinding and welcome.

Misty locked the front door behind her and dug her hand into her front jeans pocket, pinching her fingers around the $20 b…