It flies through the air, flashing silver and disappearing. My fate depends on that coin landing face up. All I can hear is my own heart beating in my ears, blood rushing through me as the coin falls ever closer to the table. It clatters onto the scarred wood, spinning like a small planet. He holds his breath across from me, eyes fixed upon the little silver coin that will decide our fates. It's inscribed with the words "In God We Trust" on the side my life depends on. "OK then, God. Do your stuff." I thought silently. The coin fell to the table with a delicate little clatter. President Lincoln looks up at me, "In God We Trust" inscribed by his chin. Drake slams his hands on the table. "Darn it!" he says as all the tension bleeds from my body in a moment. "OK, then. He wins." Our chosen moderator points at me. Drake slides my grandfather's pocket watch and his hatpin across the table.

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ganymeder over 7 years ago

Aw, and I thought it was going to be something much more sinister! Great tension throughout!

Gone Awry (joined about 10 years ago)

I have been many places, seen many things, been many things as well, but what I shall never stop being, is a writer, a traveler of dreams and the human soul. My name is none of your concern. Call me anything or nothing; I may not answer to anything, or answer to everything.

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