Pick-A-Title, Vol 45 Contest - Edward Ibeh - August 11, 2024
There've been moments when 'twas courage I needed like the time I climbed to the crest of a mountain to overcome my fear of heights. It was superseded with bravery I found in myself to give me credibility instead of wishing by throwing a coin in the fountain. Quarters, nickels, pennies wasted, tossed in futility. To Rome's Trevi they flock as if that fountain was magic. Closing their eyes in hopes that wishes will come true, but crushed when their dreams were lost... how tragic. Coins beneath the water's surface, glinting in the sun... Coinage collected for the poor that fountains accrue. It's tradition to share the moment with a loved one. Over my shoulder, I've thrown coins into waters of a fount, but not naive enough to think my wishes would find fruition. Perhaps we've all lost more coins than any of us can count, but serves as the perfect whimsical setting for picture taking. Not a means for making dreams come true, nor an ambition, but tossing a coin in a fountain is a fantastical undertaking.
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