Ria looked at the cash register in horror, but the figure didn't change. Nine. Thousand. Dollars. For a pack of ramen and some drink mix. The cheapest brand of each. What in the unholy hyperinflation was this?
"I'm dreaming. That can't be right..."
Things were bad. Everyone knew that, but this was ridiculous! Nobody could survive this. Inside her wallet, there were two crisp hundred dollar bills that had probably lost all their value during her 5 minute walk from the ATM to the grocery store.
"It can't be real." She continued to mutter even as the pity in the cashiers eyes began to turn to irritation.
She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again. Still the same. Nine. Thousand. Dollars.
This one probably hit close to home for a lot of people. Even if the numbers aren't as bad as what I wrote here, it's not easy trying to make ends meet when prices and wages don’t sync up. Or AI takes all your jobs because you decided to become a copywriter even though there were other fields you could have gone into, and you're having some regrets right now. Or whatever.
Anyway, you can head on over here if you'd like to freewrite on today's prompt.
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