Clink…

Clink…

A nickel. A dime. A quarter, if I’m lucky.

The words fade; the ink isย dry.

Clink…

I shake the cup between my feet.

My arms shadow my ribs against the cold.

Clink…

I nod in thanks. It’s all I have.

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#Gargleblaster

46 Comments on “Clink…

    • Thanks Mel! I’m so happy to hopefully be back on the #gargleblaster (assuming it doesn’t close by 7am) ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Haha – I haven’t been on in about a month. It changes week to week. Sometimes midday. You can never tell! But you can always hitchhike in the comments!

  1. I could hear the coins hitting the bottom of that can. It is the sound of NYC as much as the honk of taxi cabs or sirens.
    A heartbreaking take on signs.

  2. This was written incredibly well. One of my favorites so far… And I admit I had to click your home page to see the picture. Very moving!

  3. I love your use of repetition here…not only does the onomatopoeia trigger the sound, but the repetition of that sound also speaks to the story line so beautifully. Great job.

  4. I was instantly able to visualize this — such a great job setting the scene. I especially liked this line: The words fade; the ink is dry.

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