Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Coin that Fell

Three coins lay in the palm of her right hand. Her left hand fingers counted the coins making sure she had collected the correct amount of change. Her feet were taking her across the road. Beside was her friend. Her index finger separated the coins, flipping them over and checking if they were a one rupee coin or two. Two years ago, counting coins were easy, now, the government produced one rupee and two rupee coins that looked and felt exactly the same. One coin reached the edge of her palm, a small voice in the back of her mind warned that it would fall, but she had almost finished counting the coins, so the warning was pushed aside. The last one was.... one rupee coin. Her hand tilted, the coin at the edge of her hand fell off.  

It definitely hit the ground, but it took second to discern the metal from the black tar ground. Her right hand rolled into a fist, tightly clutching the coins were still in her palm. Her left hand grabbed hold of her friend, stopping her from moving forward. She saw the coin and bent down to pick it. However before she could achieved the task, smaller fingers swooped up the coin. 

A boy now held the coin. He was off ragged clothes and a smell waved into the air that told off a lack of bath. The girl sighed; a homeless boy held her coin and with her friend pushed forward she continued to their destination. 

The boy stared at the coin, wondering who had dropped it. A lady haggled with his mother who was sitting down beside him. After much bargaining, his mother thrust some vegetables in a thin plastic bag and handed it the lady. The boy shoved the coin in the lady’s hand assuming it she may have dropped it.


The lady held the one rupee coin in her hand, wondering why the boy had handed it to her. She glanced at her watch and shrugged her shoulder. She had places to go. 

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