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Coin

by @alex-crilly-mckean

The surface is silver with a cold edge; the sides gather dust. Place a warm finger over the surface, indent the shape into my skin. Drag the coin over the table’s surface, listen to the undefinable screech. A series of tunes following the pattern, painting music with a coin. Bound to the table, it becomes impossible to pick up. One final song as it is dragged across the table once again. I have the five pence in my palm, now what can I buy with it?
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Mar 7, 2012
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