Taurus Followed Me Home (Final part 5 of 5)

“Pluto”, she screamed two inches from Pluto’s face, “where did you get all this money!” She noticed the money but not the welts on Pluto’s face.

“I worked”, Pluto said sheepishly.

“You haven’t had a job in ten years!”

“Oh, but that was your fault!”

Pluto picked at his turkey sandwich with piles of Taurus money after charging up his credit card and returning the items.

He flexed on Instagram and promptly got arrested the next day.

“BUT I DONATE MY PLASMA!” No more couch surfing for Pluto. The police put him away for a while and he became a prison food critic making 45 cents an hour.

The end

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