Saturday, February 12, 2011

The coin

And without much ado, he hurled the coin into the sea.
It sank as droplets of water rushed to its surface. It took away all the memories it signified, all the moments that they had lived for. And now that she was no more, it had to go back to where it came from. Where she found it one evening in May.

They were probably collecting sea shells at sunset when she found it lodged in a huge white conch. Fascinated at the lovely inscription on it, she decided to take it home. Molded from a metal rare, he had never seen that kind before. A two headed man with two tails. Hands larger than the tentacles of an octopus. "Artistic", she called it. An alien script arousing wonder and curiosity. It looked so harmless.

A series of untoward happenings. A year of utter misfortunes and losses. The greatest loss, the loss of life. He knew it was the coin that had snatched her away into the ghastly jaws of death. Having got rid of that cursed object, he felt at peace. He had never felt so lighter since its arrival.

Little did she know, it was the sign of death.
Little did he know he wasn't alive anymore.



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