Sunday, July 19, 2009

one word~coin

her pocket was full of coins of all sorts; american, english, french, italian... even a few from singapore.

she put her hand in to move them around, feel the edges, the odd shapes... it was difficult to sort them by feel, as she had hundreds in the cargo pants she was wearing.

he'd collected them in his travels-collected the coins and collected the various women he'd slept with during their time together.

on the edge of the pool, looking into the deep end, she moved to become one with the water, knowing he'd have to also collect her when he finally came home.

closing her eyes, she took that first/last step.

1 comment:

  1. And then you realise why those coins were there, dragging her down....