Trish held the coin, a gold glow seeping through her fingers. Closing her eyes she made her only wish.
Coins poured from the ceiling, coating the floor and piling up around her, she smiled not believing her luck.
They kept on coming and Trish realised she couldn't move. Gold coins surrounded her, creeping up to her waist, gripping her coin she screamed 'stop'.
Still they came, streaming over her shoulders, up to her neck and within seconds she was buried under the weight, unable to breathe. Her gold coin slipped through her fingers and was lost.
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