The Real Dirt

Ed held up the jar. Edna looked puzzled.

“Twenty bucks,” Ed said. 

“Huh? Tell me you didn’t pay twenty dollars for a jar of dirt.”

“I didn’t, but about 10,000 folks did.”

Ed explained how he dug the dirt himself from the site of the historic basketball coliseum. The college razed the building to construct a new arena, and is selling dirt from the original site to crazed fans.

Edna tried to keep a straight face.

“Here’s the best part,” Ed continued. “I know my dirt is legit. Who knows what’s in those fancy jars the school is selling.”

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This 99-word story is my contribution to the June 24 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write a story about dirt."