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Six Cents
by Scott M PratchnerAs the sun buried itself
Six feet below the horizon
Ignoring beggars, junkies, whores
I tread across gray city streets
My eyes cast down the gutter
A silence fell upon the eve
Heralding a cry for help
As my searching brought my sight
To a glint beneath a streetlight
That shriek turned to a whimper
And then another scream
Puzzled, I approached and knelt
Beneath that yellow light
Pretending not to hear
My hand closed on the two small coins
Farther now, I heard a gunshot crack
A nickel and a penny
The world around me falls apart
And one life ends
But I am six cents richer.
04/18/2002 Posted on 04/18/2002
Copyright © 2025 Scott M Pratchner
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