The Other Side of the Coin
by Tobias Andersson Åkerblom
No reflection could be seen in Arthur’s eyes. He held the coin between his index finger and thumb and gazed into the absolute absence of matter in front of him. A sound, or a sensation, resembling a string orchestra swept through his head. He had taken the coin out of his pocket after feeling a slight sucking sensation, wondering what it was. What he was now seeing was not like anything he had ever seen. For the first time in his life, he could grasp the grandness of existense.
-Shit, he said as he realized that on the other side of the Chinese tree peony that decorates the one yuan coin, a black hole was forming. He quickly resorted to putting the coin into a plastic bag and placing it upside down on his hardwood kitchen table before heading off to work.
