Copyright 2020 by Limnophile
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This the first of my short story series "Terrible Telepaths", "Stealing Gold and Silver".
CAUTION - This story is intended to be shocking and a little disturbing, not erotic. If you're looking for hot romance, this is not it. You probably shouldn't eat or drink while reading this.
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Tim - age 19
My girlfriend Tracy was about to break up with me. She had a job and I didn't. I got financial aid for rent and my college expenses, but she was tired of paying for everything else. "I'll give you one more month, Tim. If you can't start paying for things in a month, I'm done with your lazy, worthless, broke ass!"
I didn't think I should have to get a job at only 19, but I'd do it to make her happy. On the way home from class, I was thinking hard about money, and how I'd get a job. I had a feeling I should look to my left. I saw an old ice cream pail upside-down in the weeds in a vacant lot. I felt I should look in the bucket. I flipped it over, and found a $5 bill!
Five bucks. Slightly helpful, but far from a jackpot. If I could find more...
I kept concentrating, and felt I should stop on the 5th floor of our apartment building. My girlfriend and I lived on the 8th, but I figured 'why not'. I looked around and saw several people visiting their elderly relatives. No money there. But wait, I saw a lady's purse near a door. She was on the other side of the apartment doing something with an old woman. I peeked in the purse and saw cash! I grabbed $50 and quietly walked off. Easy money! Yes!
I walked around searching and trying to find any money I could. After three days, I found another dollar. I prayed, I meditated, I tried everything I saw about Jedis in the movies. I found a quarter on the sidewalk, then a week of nothing. Nada. I'd need to work.
I realized with all the old people in the building, a lot of them would need visiting caretakers. I heard the elderly had to pay a lot for them. I investigated and discovered I would only need to take one extra class for a month. I took Tracy on a cheap date and explained that I'd have a job soon. She was skeptical but stayed with me for the time being.
When I got certified and hired part-time, my first assignment was the old lady Edith, in the room I took the fifty bucks from. I visited for only 15 minutes and made a cool ten dollars, $40 an hour. Tracy and most of my friends made less than half that!
The old lady said she didn't like me, and I didn't get assigned to her anymore. I didn't really like the cranky old bat either. I wasn't worried, there were nine more patients in the building, and dozens within a few blocks.
Things were looking up. I only worked 10 hours after school each week and made over $300! After a few weeks, I got tired from lack of sleep, or something, but Tracy was still with me, and I had some money. Not as much as I expected, but a lot more than I had before. One morning I woke up with a couple of gray hairs in my mouth. My girlfriend was a brunette, not a platinum-blonde, so I thought that was very strange. At that moment, Tracy's hand entering my shorts was much more important, so I didn't worry about it.
It still seems that I'm a lot luckier than my friends, and find things much more often than they do, maybe once a week or so. I found a lottery ticket worth a hundred dollars once! I'm thankful for what I think of as my psychic power to locate money. It helps, but I still need to work.
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