I found it one day, lying wedged between the pavement and the curb. I took it. All day I looked at the penny from different angles, feeling guilty. I rolled it between all of my fingers until they were green. This was my punishment. The stain on my fingers stayed three days while I waited for someone to notice. I felt sure they’d know I was a thief. That night, I took it back to the spot where I’d found it and placed it back exactly as it was. I shed the green skin on the way home in the rain.
By Trasie Sands