The Federal Dream Crumbles to Dust
100-word story
A bedraggled gull in a South Dakota parking lot tells me the water in the thunderclouds above our heads weighs more than all the gold stolen from the Black Hills.
The gull says that because sin compounds faster than interest, blood money in Federal bank accounts won’t ever be enough to buy land that was never for sale.
The gull says greasy grass grows gre…