All That Glitters

by RedMerchant

Anna saw no plausible reason why, with the right words (and the right lighting), anything that glittered couldn't be gold. [100 drabbles of Anna, in which she faces the challenging, the simple, and the abstract.]

37. Sound

Plink. Plink. Plink.

Three coins collided quietly with the wooden desk, uttering no words, yet communicating enough to the merchant.

Plink. Plink. Plink.

Such an empty sound. It held the lost souls of a thousand, too many of which swore against their very fate at one time.

Plink. Plink. Plink.

It left her hollow, dissatisfied as of late.

Clunk.

She barely even wondered why as a piece of candy fell unceremoniously onto the desk.

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Hello~

One of these days, I'll sit down and write 50 of these and upload them 10 at a time.

One of these days.

Ugh. I'm yearning to write something fantastic, but I don't know how. My inspiration just sits and bakes nowadays. For some reason, the things I spend the most time on get the least attention.

Such an ironic life I lead, really.

Thanks! Until next time, my little muffincakes.