I spilled coffee. “Found what?”
“Check it out. Only $15 a month. Holy cheesecakes! I’ll be able to buy gas for my car!” She bounced like a ping-pong ball on sugar.
“$15 a month? That’s a typo. No way, Nadine.”
She twirled and swung her arms like a spaz.
“I’m calling!” Her excitement contagious, my hopes were ticking upwards. “Hi, yeah. My boyfriend and I need an apartment. … Really? Is it still available? … Yay!”
She hung up. “Score!”
We raced over. There was only one catch: some abseiling was required.
Prompt from Tales of a Charm City Chick