She then thought it nothing more than a trick of the eye, perhaps a reflection off the picture window of the store she’d just left. However, when she realized the sun didn’t shine towards her, but was positioned directly overhead and therefore couldn’t illuminate the glass as well, she turned her head. There, on the sidewalk near the pedestrian crossing, was a large coin.Nice, one for the found money can. Whatever loose change she discovered on her walks or in parking lots went into an old tennis ball can in her closet. Usually she collected enough in a year to buy a savings bond or, if she wanted to splurge, some CDs and a nice dinner. Judging from the size of the disc, given the distance, she hoped for at least a Kennedy half-dollar.With nobody approaching, Kim quick-stepped to the corner only to happen upon an unusual coin—gold, or gold-toned—bearing no presidential profile, but an image of a pot of gold crowned by a rainbow. Disappointed, she stepped away. Junk, she decided.
