Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
She remembered that day, it had been a close shave. She had plunged her hand in a lady’s bag, but before she could get down in the next stop, the lady had raised a hue.
The sudden euphoria of seeing a much beloved friend drained as she remembered the ugly realities of her time and space. This was no friend…..this was another one of those obstructions on her path to success.
The coin fell on the ground and said that all of my great adventures begin when I fall down, on the streets, in houses, in brothels and the jungles. I would prefer that to the clammy greedy hands of humans any day! Read story of coin.
