It was 4:07 on a beautiful fall day in October. The trees were covered with their fiery orange yellow and red leaves. Every color foliage offered was upon this road. This road was my favorite road, I walk this road every day, winter, summer, spring, and best of all fall. I have many memories on this old dirt road, my first bike ride, where I first drove a car and where I got married. Whenever I walk this road it brings back the old memories. I used to walk this dirt road with someone, my wife but she had passed long ago. We walked to the grocery store and back or to the pond to watch the fish jump. I am now 87 and still walk this path. My house, or rather my shack, is at the end of this road. This shack is where I eat, sleep and live. But today
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I see the small rippling waves formed by the wind. I look down at the golden coin and think of how I will soon throw this coin in the water. What will I do? Skip it, lob it or maybe laser it at the furthest rock and hope to get a lucky bounce so it will go into the probably 40 degree water (that if fell in I would most likely freeze in a matter of minutes). I take the golden coin, kiss it with my lips and decide I will skip it to the center of the pound. I watch it hit the water every time it skips. Fourteen times it skips, before it starts slowing down and falls through the water, cutting through the perfect surface. I imagine it falling, twisting in all ways as it goes down into darkness. Then I hear the rumble from across the pond. I see a shrub shake, a rock spilt then a big evergreen tree falls to the side and it emerges - the coffin of Gloria's. I start walking over to the magical coffin. It hovered overhead the big hole it had just ripped out of the ground from, pulling roots up and splitting trees. It hovered about a yard from the ground and it glowed a purple lighting color as it
I see the small rippling waves formed by the wind. I look down at the golden coin and think of how I will soon throw this coin in the water. What will I do? Skip it, lob it or maybe laser it at the furthest rock and hope to get a lucky bounce so it will go into the probably 40 degree water (that if fell in I would most likely freeze in a matter of minutes). I take the golden coin, kiss it with my lips and decide I will skip it to the center of the pound. I watch it hit the water every time it skips. Fourteen times it skips, before it starts slowing down and falls through the water, cutting through the perfect surface. I imagine it falling, twisting in all ways as it goes down into darkness. Then I hear the rumble from across the pond. I see a shrub shake, a rock spilt then a big evergreen tree falls to the side and it emerges - the coffin of Gloria's. I start walking over to the magical coffin. It hovered overhead the big hole it had just ripped out of the ground from, pulling roots up and splitting trees. It hovered about a yard from the ground and it glowed a purple lighting color as it