Letter: 16

61 7 1
                                    

The next day went off the same way.

And the next.

And the next. 

 And the next.

Several days passed, while I continued with the same robotic life.

Guarding the coin which had succumbed me since that night long ago.

Every time I looked at it I found something new.

Something I hadn't noticed the several previous times.

And every time I tried to memorize it. Fearing that I might forget it.

Then suddenly, one morning I felt something else.

Something that felt familiar but yet so foreign.

I felt the need to go out.

To work.

It was like the coin was communicating with me.

Commanding me.

Telling me to go to work.

So, I did what it wanted me to do.

After who knows how many day, I went out. With it.

Like a puppet with its master.






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