[140-Character Novel] Transparent Receipt

At a late-night convenience store, a warm light illuminates the bottom of my pocket.
Lost memories slip through my fingers like loose change, and deep on the shelves, a song no one knows rings out quietly, bearing no price tag.
I take it home without buying it. I realize that only the whiteness of the receipt is proof that the night is still alive.

#SpringLiteraryFestival Day 8 #140CharacterNovel