September 3, 2026

Jobless and Homeless…. – News

The auctioneer barely looked up when he said, “Two hundred. Going once. Going twice.”

Ellie swallowed and lifted her hand.

“Sold.”

Just like that, she owned a condemned cabin she’d never seen.

Now, with the folded deed stuffed in her glove compartment and thirty-eight dollars left in her purse, she drove up a rutted gravel road following hand-painted arrows that said BELL CREEK. Roscoe whined with excitement. Ellie gripped the steering wheel harder.

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