Pecuniary

Light brown wood in their middle, he filled it with his hands, she with her sight.
His hands started counting money.
He shuffled them so quickly, or so slowly – she does not remember, she had lost track of time – that she could see only a heap of buildings.

“One thousand three hundred, that is for you”

She nodded.

“That’s it”

“That’s it” she said in turn.

They really did have nothing to share anymore.

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