The Little Girl Selling Fake Copper

Summary

I had a criminal record, involuntary manslaughter.

I was also big, burly, and fierce-looking, so everyone in town was afraid of me.

So my scrap recycling business was pretty mediocre.

It did not make much money, but it kept me from starving, so I was just living.

The few surprises I had were finding unexpectedly valuable things in the scrap, like rings and necklaces, and I kept all of them on the iron cabinet in my bedroom.

Until two years ago, when I met that little girl who sold “copper.”

The copper was fake, and anyone could tell at a glance.

But the little girl’s thinness was real.