King of Ashes

by S.A. Cosby

Money is like acid. It burns through everything. Friendships, family, lovers, husbands and wives. Whatever bond you think you have, money will make that shit dissolve.

This isn’t your home anymore. This is just a place where your family lives. This is not who you are.

There’s a thousand ways to die, he thought, but sometimes all it takes is one thing to make you want to live. Like your brother remembering what you like on your pizza.