I stumble into the car. I’m shaking as Brian starts the car.
“It will be all right.” He said enthusiastically. I know he’s trying to make me feel better but even that puts presser on me. In no time at all were there. It’s already started.
“7 000 someone yells
“8 000″ someone screams. This is it. The time I was dreading.
“1000 000 000 000” I just make it over everyone else’s bet.
People gasp and stutter.
“Selling once, selling twice, selling three times and sold!”
I gasp as the man’s gives me the keys to my new home.
This was the prompt for this week: