The Inkwell

In response to the prompt Spare

Salford, 28th May 2016

“Buddy, can you spare a dime ?”

Coins – they’re a wonderful thing

I can remember – as a small lad – being able to make a short ten minute conversation on the phone , all by feeding the BT box that powered the phone two pence pieces.

The phone box?  on the Corner in Tamworth Walk

The recipient ?  Grandad’s House across the road in Napier Street.

Salford seemed a much bigger place then –

10p – price of a mixed bag of sweets, sherbet drops to candied mice.

Now we’re in the age where that self same bag now costs a pound to purchase – it makes me struggle to see where we’ve got to – for i’d get change out of buying a comic out of that

but then they made the money different…the pound note became a coin and suddenly every single price was going up because of it

If I happen to see a lowly penny piece on the floor – abandoned – i’ll pick it up for as a wiser man than me once said

“The streets of your home city are paved with gold”

….Not Gold exactly – but copper and silver’s just as rewarding.