Flash Fiction by David

Every morning, a woman arrives at her bank. “I want to withdraw one dollar from my account, please.” The employees assume she’s just lonely. But why a dollar? This goes on for years. Until one day, the grey-haired matron doesn’t appear. Concerned, the bank manager calls the police. Inside the lady’s home, they find one thousand one-dollar bills folded into origami cranes and strung together. But the eccentric woman is missing. A detective investigates. Unfolding the one-thousandth crane, he uncovers a clue. Across the margin of the bill she wrote, “I’m going home tonight.” The woman was never found.

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