Silvery flakes drift from the mid-morning sky, leaving a blanket of white snow on the ground that children play in until lunch. I sit at the kitchen table with my daddy who is smiling at me and my mama. He gathered us after he got home from work in a fluster. He told us coins had been made specially with our state on them. He placed a coin in my hand and told me it was mine to use as I wished. After some persuasion, I convinced him to let me get a candy bar from the shop down the street. The cold air hits my face as I walk towards the shop. Outside of the shop I pause and look up towards the sky as the snow comes to a stop. I think about all of the other citizens in states without special coins. I think about the pride my daddy had at Colorado having a simple coin with its name engraved on it.
Ding! The shop's door is opened, ring the bell, puling me from my thoughts.
DU LIEST GERADE
Pulled From My Thoughts
Historical FictionThis story is a short chaptered story that allows the reader to step into the perspective of kids in Colorado from different times. Hope you enjoy!
