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Buffalo Nickel

Buffalo Nickelby Red Wolf

The woman shrugged deeper into her jacket against the biting cold of the wind. Her fingers closed around a coin in the pocket and she drew it out to examine it again.

It was a strange thing, mirror world money from a country half a planet away. Too big for a five cent coin, too small for a ten. She couldn't even remember where it came from. Forgetting about it completely until she wore the heavy leather jacket again.

One side was a buffalo, the other an Indian head. It always made her smile, reminded her of childhood.

When she was young she would spend holidays with her sister and a hoard of cousins at their grandmother's house. Once the pitch of children's voices went beyond adult tolerance, they were banished to the backyard the amuse themselves. They had two favourite games. One was a variant of golf, where the younger siblings were used as targets by the older kids. This would go a long way to explaining why the real golf balls were hidden and replaced with practice balls. On memorable occasions, the switch was forgotten, resulting in howls of protest and some spectacular bruises.

The other game was cowboys and Indians. In her world the Indians were far more exotic and exciting than boring old cowboys. They had cool weapons, bows and arrows being more enticing than guns, especially when there was more of a chance to inflict bodily damage with the toy version. And they always beat the cowboys.

She put the coin back in her pocket and didn't seem quite so cold any more.
15 Minute Ficlets — word #40: examination
Published Babble Horde — 03.02.2004
Published FictionPress — 18.02.2004
Published deviantART — 28.03.2004

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I really really likes!! Such a fun little fic!!! — via LiveJournal — posted by Countess Mary Marsters at 04.02.2004 08:21 AEST | #
Thanks for your comment. Glad you enjoyed it — via LiveJournal — posted by Red Wolf at 04.02.2004 08:23 AEST | #
I just love these little originals of yours. All the meaning and then making me feel for a character I don't even know. True talent. ^_^ — via LiveJournal — posted by MAC at 04.02.2004 10:22 AEST | #
This is another one that's mostly real. I love that coin, it still lives in my Brando jacket and I really was an evil child — just ask my sister — via LiveJournal — posted by Red Wolf at 04.02.2004 10:25 AEST | #
Just so you know, I adore what you write. You have a gift for description, and you make the smallest moments into amazing snapshots of life.

This one is my fave. I love memories. I love reading how people write their memories. Just so you know... — via LiveJournal — posted by Nihilist Bear at 04.02.2004 15:40 AEST | #
Many thanks for your kind words. LJ has gotten me back into writing, which has been on hold too long and I'm enjoying the drabble and ficlet challenges. Good exercise, especially 15 Minute Ficlets, 'cause you could get anything in response to the single word challenge. Some of the original fiction that gets submitted there is astoundingly brilliant — via LiveJournal — posted by Red Wolf at 04.02.2004 15:41 AEST | #
The indians were always cooler — via LiveJournal — posted by tsita at 04.02.2004 17:14 AEST | #
Thanks for your comments. They were cool — via LiveJournal — posted by Red Wolf at 04.02.2004 17:15 AEST | #
yeah, i always went 4 da indians. =) — via FictionPress — posted by chainedfreedom at 19.02.2004 14:17 AEST | #
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