The second drabble. Vincent ponders the flipping of a coin. Sorta random, not sure where it came from...
II. Two Sides of the Same Coin
Vincent sat in the corner of the bar, mesmerized by the coin flipping through the air, rising and falling. Young men were betting on its outcome. The side that landed up "won", for the time being at least. But the other side remained. One did not truly exist without the other.
Two sides of the same coin.
Like life.
Like love and hate.
Both were arguably unhealthy, all-consuming, driving men to take the most extreme actions.
Often from the same source.
Lucrecia and Hojo.
His thoughts had been consumed by Lucrecia.
And now Hojo would never let him have peace.
