HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

coin in the world?”

He considered that.

“Then why does everybody come to see it?”

I looked at the gold beneath the lights.

Once, the coin had represented my grandfather.

Then my marriage.

Then betrayal.

Then revenge.

Now it was simply a beautiful object carrying more stories than its small shape should have been able to hold.

“People don’t always come because continue reading …