The Golden Coin

(I have recently joined a writer’s group that meets Wednesday mornings. We write in ten minute segments on various prompts. This is one of my efforts (unedited) from yesterday
Prompt: Child, lost coin, river, ancient, argument.)

It was down by the bend in the river that wound through the green vales and through the thicket and rolling hills of the valley. There the water pooled deep and made a good swimming hole. The children of the nearby village would splash about in the cold water. It was one exceptionally warm summer day when one child, while diving the depths of the swimming hole came across an ancient coin on the sandy bottom. He brought it with him to surface and pulled himself upon the bank to examine it. It was old, in fact ancient and the lettering was some obscure language. It glinted gold in the high noon sun.

Another child seeing the shine in the palm of his friend’s hand came over to feed his curiosity, as children will do. “Let me see that,” the friend said to the boy holding the coin.

“No,” said the other.

“just let me see it for a second, I’ll give it back to you”

“No,” the boy with the coin repeated and closed his hand around the coin to better protect it.

The friend grabbed for the boy’s hand which tightly held the coin and the two boys began to wrestle on the bank. During the tussle the coin fell from the boys hand and back into the river where it was swept away by the current until it came to rest and be buried in silt, arriving in much the same fashion as it had so many years before.

“Look what you’ve done,” said the boy who had found and lost the coin.

“I’ve done nothing, I only wanted to look at it a moment. It was you who would not share.”

The boys continued to argue on the bank of the river for much of the day and there were many hard feeling between them afterward. Their friendship as was the coin was lost to them never to be retrieved. Beyond salvage the two boys went home that day never to speak kindly to one another ever again all because of silly argument over a coin neither could spend.

T J Therien

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