A Pocketful of Pennies
I shrugged into my coat. It was cold and windy outside. I was not looking forward to the 3-block walk home. I had walked to hopefully save a bit of money. If only I could have been promised a job. Instead the lady dressed like peacock looked down at me.
I had tried my hardest but it wasn’t good enough. Please God, please help things get better. I put my hands into the pockets of my coat. It would help keep my hands warm. In my left pocket a felt a pouch. I pulled it out.
My fingers were numb; I could hardly wait until I got home to open it. It was full of something. It sounded like coins. I knew it was my coat, but why would I have a pouch of coins.
Sitting in my living room, huddling around the heater, I only used it when I was really cold. It took too much power. I moved and sat on a prickle of nails that kept sticking up through the floor.
I opened the pouch and out poured out pennies, they were very old pennies. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sure pennies were money, but not really what I needed.
I pulled out a note. Dear Miss, it is a matter of principle that I had to turn you down tonight. I am quite sure you are wondering why I gave you these pennies. These particular pennies are very valuable. Bring them to the George Street coin dealer and all will be revealed. Mr Baker.
The man, who had been with the peacock lady, actually knew what I needed. I smiled ready to see what would happen. Softly I said "thank you God."
I shrugged into my coat. It was cold and windy outside. I was not looking forward to the 3-block walk home. I had walked to hopefully save a bit of money. If only I could have been promised a job. Instead the lady dressed like peacock looked down at me.
I had tried my hardest but it wasn’t good enough. Please God, please help things get better. I put my hands into the pockets of my coat. It would help keep my hands warm. In my left pocket a felt a pouch. I pulled it out.
My fingers were numb; I could hardly wait until I got home to open it. It was full of something. It sounded like coins. I knew it was my coat, but why would I have a pouch of coins.
Sitting in my living room, huddling around the heater, I only used it when I was really cold. It took too much power. I moved and sat on a prickle of nails that kept sticking up through the floor.
I opened the pouch and out poured out pennies, they were very old pennies. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sure pennies were money, but not really what I needed.
I pulled out a note. Dear Miss, it is a matter of principle that I had to turn you down tonight. I am quite sure you are wondering why I gave you these pennies. These particular pennies are very valuable. Bring them to the George Street coin dealer and all will be revealed. Mr Baker.
The man, who had been with the peacock lady, actually knew what I needed. I smiled ready to see what would happen. Softly I said "thank you God."