It was a rainy day, dreary and gray, and so the copper penny was a beacon on the ground against the gray concrete.
The old saying flashed in my mind, “See a penny, pick it up, and all day long you’ll have good luck.”
I stopped — hesitated would be a better word, because I made no move to pick up the penny. I just saw it down there, registered it in my memory, and moved on across the walk and into the store.
“Somebody else can have the luck,” I said to myself. “Could be they need it more.”
Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.
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