Unlimited Credit
The check came.
“I’ll get this one.”
“Oh, you will, eh? Which ‘you’?”
“Let’s see. Do they take Mastercard?”
“Use one of the visas.”
“Here’s one: Randall James.”
“That’s a platinum card. Save that for something big.”
“How about this one: Adelbert Hanspeter.”
“What?!”
“What’s wrong?”
“That’s my grandfather.”
“Maybe it’s someone with the same name.”
“No chance. Where did you get that?”
“Same place we get all these. What’s the big deal?”
“Because that’s my gramps!”
“They’re all someone’s gramps or something.”
“Still.”
“So . . .”
“Use the platinum one. I gotta call my gramps, tell him to call his bank.”
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
I have wondered the same thing
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Love the last line. Gramps calling his bank. I love these. Little Friday Fictioneers, tiny jewels.
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Dear David,
At least there’s a limit to someone’s credit. Hard to defraud his grandfather, eh? Fun and unique spin.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Nice way to give a victim a face. Creative writing and neat side image.
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Adelbert Hanspeter is such a common name, I must have worked with at least 4 or 5 of them. Terrific use of the prompt, David, and excellent dialogue. 5 stars from me.
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