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Buffalo Nickel

Buffalo NickelThe woman shrugged deeper into her jacket against the biting cold of the wind. Her fingers closed around a coin in the pocket and she drew it out to examine it again.

It was a strange thing, mirror world money from a country half a planet away. Too big for a five cent coin, too small for a ten. She couldn't even remember where it came from. Forgetting about it completely until she wore the heavy leather jacket again.

One side was a buffalo, the other an Indian head. It always made her smile, reminded her of childhood.

When she was young she would spend holidays with her sister and a hoard of cousins at their grandmother's house. Once the pitch of children's voices went beyond adult tolerance, they were banished to the backyard the amuse themselves. They had two favourite games. One was a variant of golf, where the younger siblings were used as targets by the older kids. This would go a long way to explaining why the real golf balls were hidden and replaced with practice balls. On memorable occasions, the switch was forgotten, resulting in howls of protest and some spectacular bruises.

The other game was cowboys and Indians. In her world the Indians were far more exotic and exciting than boring old cowboys. They had cool weapons, bows and arrows being more enticing than guns, especially when there was more of a chance to inflict bodily damage with the toy version. And they always beat the cowboys.

She put the coin back in her pocket and didn't seem quite so cold any more.


15minuteficletsword #40: examination

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redwolf
3rd Feb, 2004 21:24 (UTC)
Thanks for your comment. Glad you enjoyed it.
eurothrashed
3rd Feb, 2004 23:03 (UTC)
I just love these little originals of yours. All the meaning and then making me feel for a character I don't even know. True talent. ^_^
redwolf
3rd Feb, 2004 23:26 (UTC)
This is another one that's mostly real. I love that coin, it still lives in my Brando jacket and I really was an evil child — just ask my sister.
nihilistbear
4th Feb, 2004 03:24 (UTC)
Just so you know, I adore what you write. You have a gift for description, and you make the smallest moments into amazing snapshots of life.
This one is my fave. I love memories. I love reading how people write their memories. Just so you know...
redwolf
4th Feb, 2004 04:40 (UTC)
Many thanks for your kind words. LJ has gotten me back into writing, which has been on hold too long and I'm enjoying the drabble and ficlet challenges. Good exercise, especially 15minuteficlets, 'cause you could get anything in response to the single word challenge. Some of the original fiction that gets submitted there is astoundingly brilliant.
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redwolf
4th Feb, 2004 06:16 (UTC)
Thanks for your comments. They were cool.
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