Silver Coin
By Isaac W
Published 18 September 2012
Decorating the depressing alley, it lay there. Glinting in the illuminating sunlight, waiting to be noticed.
It was only button sized, and as weightless as a pencil shaving.
Supporting my pocket as I wound my way through the streets of bustling Tokyo, accompanying me to every aged, lavish temple and cramped, dim shop.
I look at it now, turning it over and soothing my hands, and I remember that holiday. It is worth further than numbers can go in memories, not money. It is only one Yen.