On my morning walk a few days ago, as I hurried along trying to squeeze my exercise into a crazy schedule, out of the corner of my eye I saw a coin on the ground. At first I just kept walking. Then I stopped and turned around, went back and picked up the coin. It was a quarter. I held the coin in my hand and continued to walk and thought about the quarter. Who dropped it? Was it one of the children walking in the neighborhood with two quarters and a dollar clutched in their hand on their way to the park, planning to buy something from the ice cream truck?” Was it a dad or mom hurriedly pulling car keys from a pocket or purse, not seeing the coin as it rolled away?
The stories of our lives come from the simplest of sources. Think about finding a quarter on the street. Write a story about the life of that quarter. Write a story about the lives of the people who once held the shiny silver coin in their hands. Can you see the story unfold as a shiny silver coin invites us into our own imaginations?