Writing Prompt-Visual Piggy Bank

Una Tiers

The quarter fell in alone. It was dark. She expected pennies, dimes and hoped for folding money. She moved over to lie on the rubber plug because it was warmer than the porcelain.

But for days she was alone, waiting for company. Twice someone shook the bank and she was afraid it would be dropped.

Several pennies joined her but they had little to say.

Bliss came when the quarter was joined by Susan B. Anthony.

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