Down a deep dark well
A penny is thrown
Not a new one with shine
But a worn one, years old, dull brown and aged
Battered from being tossed around and stepped on
Maybe even run over
With the images rubbed down from years traveling in pockets, cash boxes, and change purses
A penny with a history
A story with a beginning, middle, and end
But no name. No home. No family.
Just a penny making its way on its own
The penny is tossed down the deep well and a wish is made
Fingers pressed firmly against its edges before it catches flight in the crisp air
It seems light as its lifted up on a breeze
Then it travels down, bouncing off the edges of the hole, clicking against the sides
Being pulled by invisible strings
Until finally it stops and rests at its final destination
No fanfare. No remembrances. No celebration.
No hint of the wish that was made.
Just a penny lying in the bottom of the deep well with no more places to go
The end of a journey.
About the Creator
Jennifer Cervantes
I am a fun 44 year old teacher librarian in Washington state. I love words! And stories that people can relate to! Especially children…
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