I pull the sodden mass of clothes from the washer and heave them into the dryer. Looking down into the empty drum, I'm not disappointed. A single penny shimmers against the steel interior. Sometimes it takes the dryer's motion to spill it from someone's pocket, heralding its presence by a rhythmic clanking, but it's always there. I see pennies everywhere, especially when I do laundry. Without exception, I think of my daughter with every penny I see. Is she tossing pennies into my life to make sure I never forget her? Or am I willing her into every coppery coin?
Sandra Hudson is a semi-retired nurse who dabbles in various art forms and enjoys writing. Her family is the core of her world!