I had just gotten three dollars in quarters as change from a copy machine. I usually don’t give money to beggars as I figure they probably have more money than me, but in this instance, I felt the kid was telling the truth and stopped to give him the change. The window on the passenger side of my car hadn’t worked for months. I tried everything I knew to fix it but was unsuccessful. I thought I pressed the button for my rear right side window but pressed the one for the passenger window instead. When it rolled down and I handed the change to the kid I wondered if I was being repaid for doing a good deed. Where did the power come from to open my window?

About The Author

DiBuduo is also the author of "Crime A Day," a nonfiction book, "A Penis Manologue: One Man's Response to the Vagina Monologues," and two volumes of his signature "flash-fiction poetry," as well as several collections of short stories. His short fiction and poetry also appear in anthologies, online journals, and recently, in Weekend Reads, a collection appropriately subtitled "Twisted Stories, Twisted Mind!" He has completed two paranormal novels, "Cryonic Man" and The Mountain Will Cover You.” and the soon to be released novel, “The Chicagoua Café,” and also a collaborative collection of connected fantasy stories with author Kate Robinson. Read more about DiBuduo and his interests at

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