It's Still Life

Impossibly Out of Reach

One sunny Sunday, his grandad gave him
50-pence for the church offering.
He pocketed it.
And that’s where it stayed.
Until Friday.
Which was laundry day.
He took the coin from the pocket
of his Sunday best trousers,
and as he reached for his

pink plastic piggy bank,
the coin slipped from his fingers
and fell between the floorboards.
A flash of light
spinning between spaces.
Fell six-feet below.
Impossibly out of his reach.
And there it stayed.
Shining silver.
In a space between
one impossibility and another.

A double quadrille (88 words sans title) for dVerse Quadrille #116 “Impossible”   © Misky 2020