One by one, coins fell from his hands. They tinkled on to the pile that lay scattered at his feet.
One for luck.
Another for happiness
A third for contentment.
Yes, he was a rich man.
He hoarded these coins, refusing to spend them, afraid that once spent, they would never return.
That fortune spent was fortune squandered.
He gave not a smile, even if asked. He was afraid that he would run out.
He kept his contentment cloaked around him like a blanket, refusing to allow any one else to benefit from its warmth.
He was afraid it might prove too small.
Luck he had in spades. And these he kept locked away in the trap door under his feet. How could he loan any, who knew when he might need them himself.
Yes, he was happy, content, and lucky.
And he was bound and determined to keep it that way.
Sairah Saddal – Editor
The Glass Coin
