She tried to remember where she was and how she got there. She thought it had something to do with gold. But all she could see as she looked up was the rusted pipe protruding from the cellar wall.
The last thing she could remember was counting coins. Shimmering gold coins that represented her life savings. Coins that were kept safe in the cellar, away from the banks she mistrusted. Must put them back in the cellar. Away from prying eyes.
Again she tried to rise. To reach the pipe in the wall to pull herself up. No use.
Her family had told her she was being silly, that banks were safe. But she had lived through the Depression. She knew what she was talking about. They were the ones being silly.
As she gazed at the pipe, she began to see herself in it, the rust and oxidation mirroring her own corrosion. The corrosion that no one would see again because it was tucked away in the cellar. Tucked away with the gold coins, now scattered about the floor. Tucked away, safe and secure... where no one would find them.
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