A Strange Coin (Three Trinities Haven Church)

[Ezekiel]

Zeke watched the girl wobble through the church. Sleeping bags and temporary partitions marked the way, a colourful jumble of displaced lives. She was clearly high, or well on the way, and he saw the coin clutched in her fingers but didn’t linger on it. Fear misted what remained of faculties presently eked away by the drugs. She seemed hesitant. He only watched, sinking his chin in his fist and raising his brows. “Are you now,” he said, amused. The corners of his lips quirked a smile. Anyone here could have told her who he was.