Change, A 100-word story

I stopped in my tracks.

I glanced back into his eyes.

Behind the convex glass was something that I will never forget. They were dark spots, pleading for help. Yet here he was, silent. His mouth was in a neat frown; his face wrinkled by years of hardship.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the change from the back of my jeans pocket. $3.33. I tipped them into his used and empty coffee cup.

“Thank you,” he said. “Have a nice day, m’aam.”

He smiled. I smiled back.

Three dollars and thirty three cents. What a coincidence.


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