Gold Coins: Flash Fiction 

‘What is there that these gold coins cannot buy,’ said the merchant proudly. The coins with holes in them was hanging around his torso bound by a thick wire.

‘Gold coins you say,’ said the young man. ‘For the matters of the heart it is still the barter system.’ 

‘I will find you a trader for your heart,’ said the merchant and walked away. 

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