When a Shiny Coin Falls From a Pocket

Since the last time I posted anything, I have grown, aged and learned a lot. The ideas I get when I brainstorm have also become no less incromprehensible. That is probably why, for this story, I've decided to follow a coin. A shiny coin, one that fell out of a woman's pocket on a cold evening after she left church and slowly lost its shine in its first twelve years. I will not claim that it is good, or even try to get people to read it. However, this is the first thing I have written in a very long time. Good luck with it, enjoy.

Inez S.