By Iola Foxx
A five-year-old sits next to me on the plane.
“Hey.” I smile. “I’ve got a piece of gold in my pocket.”
“No way, cool! Can I see it?”
“Sure thing, buddy.” I pull out the foil remains of a chocolate coin.
“That isn’t gold.”
“I know, but I like to pretend it is.”
“That’s stupid.”
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Tarnished
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2 comments:
I liked this one.
But it's so sad!
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