By: Melissa Ratliff
A soft whisper moved from her lips, encircling the penny like a spell. Sealed with a kiss and a rub between forefingers and thumb, the pact was made. Hoping beyond hope for the first time in years, she tossed it in. The well was deep. She waited. Finally, upon hearing the distant plop, she let out the breath she didn’t even know she was holding and sank to her knees. It was done. As the penny sank deeper into the void it wondered, “Why should my sacrifice be for her and not me?” Its own wish slowly pushed hers aside.