The Singing Dime

Her name is Artemisia...

I've got a singing dime that I've had since I was a kid. I don't carry it around much anymore because it's a distraction, but sometimes when I'm lonely I'll pick it up.

I dropped it in the toilet several years ago and it got stuck in the drain. You could hear it down there on quiet nights. Singing, all bubbly and stuff. I had to tell adult guests that it was the sound of the clogged drains, and I told the kid guests that it was a ghost. If they didn't believe me I would try to come clean about it being a singing dime, but by that point I think they were just confused. :(

I don't know how it got out of the drain, but one morning it was just there; in my nightstand humming quietly. Smug, yet demure.

I love my dime. :)