NANOWRIMO 2024 Day 1
Topic: Write a story in the form of an obituary
My Savings Account
Today we mourn the death of My Savings Account. Once robust and full of life, MSA has suffered numerous assaults to its system in recent years. MSA’s death while not a blessing, was certainly expected.
Born to a once monetarily conservative Primary Account Holder, MSA had a fairly boring upbringing. Interactions with PAH were quite infrequent, as birthday and holiday presents made up the majority of deposits, while withdrawals were few and far between.
Once PAH hit 16, MSA grew by proverbial leaps and bounds, aided robustly by a weekly $6 paycheck provided by a well-known fast- food restaurant. There were few withdrawals and those were mainly to Filene’s Basement and the local Levi’s store
From PAH’s 18 birthday until age 22, paycheck deposits became more sporadic, and came from an unpredictable variety of enterprises including retail establishments, local restaurants, newspapers, while withdrawals primarily supported the care and feeding of one particular college’s bookstore, as well as local pizza venues and liquor stores. MSA’s future certainly looked dim.
But as the years continued, deposits picked up and MSA experienced a renaissance of sorts, with the majority source being meager but steady public school department paychecks. These little drops of water, while certainly not helpful in creating an ocean, were useful in building a pleasant, tiny pond that could perhaps one day host a small rowboat or an inexpensive kayak.
A decade ago, an alarming trend began to emerge, as payments to local running stores, race organizations, physical therapists, wineries, hotels, breweries, and airlines began to flow steeply upward, while school department deposits remained annoyingly and depressingly flat despite rising inflation. Still, brave little MSA stayed remarkably steady, truly an example of persistence, like the little engine that could, only maybe a little weaker.
Deposits from several retail establishments helped to stave off the inevitable for a number of years, but it recently became evident that MSA was nearing the end of life. Feeble attempts were made to stanch the bleeding with cutbacks to cable channel subscriptions, gas and electric companies. But at the same time, PAH spending continued to increase, now in terms of overseas travel and souvenir shopping in addition to all the other running related frippery.
As MSA took its last breaths, PAH seemed blissfully unaware, and was heard to quote Bon Jovi. “It’s only money. I want to live while I’m alive,” she said as she limped her way onto a plane to travel to the starting line of her next marathon.
MSA is survived by No Regrets, It’s Only A Hill, Friends All Over The World, and an army of physical therapists demanding payment. There will be no memorial service. PAH says she can’t afford it. Her credit cards are maxed out.
My Savings Account
Today we mourn the death of My Savings Account. Once robust and full of life, MSA has suffered numerous assaults to its system in recent years. MSA’s death while not a blessing, was certainly expected.
Born to a once monetarily conservative Primary Account Holder, MSA had a fairly boring upbringing. Interactions with PAH were quite infrequent, as birthday and holiday presents made up the majority of deposits, while withdrawals were few and far between.
Once PAH hit 16, MSA grew by proverbial leaps and bounds, aided robustly by a weekly $6 paycheck provided by a well-known fast- food restaurant. There were few withdrawals and those were mainly to Filene’s Basement and the local Levi’s store
From PAH’s 18 birthday until age 22, paycheck deposits became more sporadic, and came from an unpredictable variety of enterprises including retail establishments, local restaurants, newspapers, while withdrawals primarily supported the care and feeding of one particular college’s bookstore, as well as local pizza venues and liquor stores. MSA’s future certainly looked dim.
But as the years continued, deposits picked up and MSA experienced a renaissance of sorts, with the majority source being meager but steady public school department paychecks. These little drops of water, while certainly not helpful in creating an ocean, were useful in building a pleasant, tiny pond that could perhaps one day host a small rowboat or an inexpensive kayak.
A decade ago, an alarming trend began to emerge, as payments to local running stores, race organizations, physical therapists, wineries, hotels, breweries, and airlines began to flow steeply upward, while school department deposits remained annoyingly and depressingly flat despite rising inflation. Still, brave little MSA stayed remarkably steady, truly an example of persistence, like the little engine that could, only maybe a little weaker.
Deposits from several retail establishments helped to stave off the inevitable for a number of years, but it recently became evident that MSA was nearing the end of life. Feeble attempts were made to stanch the bleeding with cutbacks to cable channel subscriptions, gas and electric companies. But at the same time, PAH spending continued to increase, now in terms of overseas travel and souvenir shopping in addition to all the other running related frippery.
As MSA took its last breaths, PAH seemed blissfully unaware, and was heard to quote Bon Jovi. “It’s only money. I want to live while I’m alive,” she said as she limped her way onto a plane to travel to the starting line of her next marathon.
MSA is survived by No Regrets, It’s Only A Hill, Friends All Over The World, and an army of physical therapists demanding payment. There will be no memorial service. PAH says she can’t afford it. Her credit cards are maxed out.
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