Coin On a Card

The Idea:

Somehow, I wanted to put a coin on a card. Just like the picture. I didn't know why. The item looked cool in my head, not so much as a photo. It was hard to create the story either. It took more time than what I thought it would be. Not so bad though!

The Story:

Once again, she put a coin on a card. I knew what it meant. And I hated it. I looked at it for as long as I needed to. But it wouldn't change the fact. 

I could hear her breathing in her sleep in the next room; but I didn't want to go there. Not even a slightest. 

I looked around. I believed there was a TV in this room at some point. And there was a radio about a year ago. For sure, I still remembered Kippy the dog would sit beside me, asking for his food at this hour....but he was not here; she gave him away last week. 

Again, I looked around. And it was just space. Nothing was

left. Except a coin on a card. That was all that she won back from her Poker night.

I walked straight to my bedroom. Grabbed all that what was left into a bag. It was not even full. I didn't want to stay and found out if she even had put me as a bet and lost. No. Not tonight, or tomorrow, or ever. I didn't want to know anymore. 

She had lost me tonight; and the coin on the card was all that she had left.