Isaac thought he knew.
The certainty of currency. The sureness of a coin. It's a weight in his palm. A familiar face. A tail to balance debts. The grooves on it’s thin side were always there to rub in his jean pocket when hard words and hard times were coming.
Watching it spin in the air made him want to die.
In that moment, as it spun, and fell towards his hand, Isaac was sure he could feel time moving through him. He wanted to reach out, touch it, but Isaac knew the moment had passed.
What’s in a coin?
Neville Hunt almost 2 years ago
This is a terrific debut on Drablr, Harley. It’s very sensory and takes me with it. I am mesmerised looking up at the imaginary spinning coin. Welcome to Drablr! More please....
Harley almost 2 years ago
Hi Neville, thank you so much. I am super new to writing so any and all feedback you have I will try and take it on board
VerityAlways almost 2 years ago
Hi Harley, welcome to Drablr! and please keep posting.
Your writing really well!! coming from a 5 month old clumsy!!