From the oneword.com prompt, “coin”
Hands in my pockets, walking. Beggar on the street asking for some change. I pull out everything. Coins, receipts, a couple of wadded-up bills, ticket stubs, a matchbox from Balthazar… Pieces of my life. I give it all to him and go on my way. He can toss the parts of me he doesn’t need, keep the rest. Like my ex did. He can do it, put it toward his wildest dream. Even it it’s just to buy a bottle of Thunderbird. Whatever brings him joy in his moment on earth.
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