PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Once a month for ten years, each of the six received a plain white envelope with two-hundred in twenties. It had gotten them by in thin times and made possible a few extras in good times – until their neighborhood’s gentrification meant others’ envelopes with eviction notices.
Impending homelessness had them knocking on each others’ doors. Talking. Sharing. Learning. Planning.
Nick, the locksmith, picked the lock to the surveillance bulb’s PC room. Jill and John watched the videos. Jane researched facial recognition on their mysterious benefactor. Dotty and Phil went to see her.
The six now own the building.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the word-loving host of Friday Fictioneers.