One Word prompt: penny and fiction in 58 times three
A new love, bright as a new penny, not touched or spent like it would become later. Who thinks about later at the start when it is all light and hope. Later doesn’t get attention until it’s too late to do anything about it. Hindsight is useless. It develops when we’re too far down the path to change.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He said. But he didn’t really mean it. He wanted at least ten dollars worth so he could use it against her, punish her for some transgression she didn’t even understand and didn’t commit. It was always the same. He would get her to open the wound and then he would twist the knife.
It felt good, walking in the sun. She threw a penny into the pool, making a wish. A kid bumped her as he ran by with his mother chasing after him. “I’m sorry” she blurted as she ran past, arm outstretched towards him. “It’s okay.” I said, smiling at my reflection in the pool, and it would be.