BEGGING FOR CHANGE :: sarah

I have an addiction. I am coin crazy. I can never have enough coins. I hear of someone going on a trip and I beg for spare travel change that they can not exchange. Today my co-workers just came back from Chile and Uruguay. They told me of luscious stories of their travels and I politely nodded and smiled with each story of perfect weather days at the beach. My eyes wander to their pockets, hoping for that telling bulge. My pulse is beating fast, my skin flushed.

Finally after an eternal amount of time they forked over the handful of coinage. I snatched it up and horded “my precious” for fear others would want it. I scurried home with my booty and showed it to Charleston for his approval. After careful inspection, and the sniff of acceptance, it was added to my treasure chest of gold and brass colored coins.

As the sun sinks in the sky and my body grows tired I gaze into my closet at my finished coin costumes. I shall slip off to sleep dreaming of what I will make with my new Uruguay coins.

Psst: coin donations always welcome.