Kling!
Jon looked over at his bed side table and saw a leather bag with a rope pull tie, like the kind one would consider for a fantasy costume or pick up at a Renaissance Faire. Jon judged that the bag was full of coins by the way it bulged and leaned over at the top. “Okay, kind of interesting I will admit.”
Picking up the bag he hefted it in his hand the way he once saw in the movies. “Definitely coins… unlimited money maybe?” Getting up and walking to his desk, he untied the string and opened the top. “That is a Bag of Holding.” Jon noted looking down into the possibly bottomless abyss of darkness created by the bag. “Welp, here goes!”
Jon placed the bag on his desk, which sat as if it was full, and slowly reached his hand in. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt his fingers touch not just the bottom of the bag, but felt his desk through the bottom. “I guess a trick bag is interesting bu- What’s this?” Scraping his fingers along the bottom of the bag, Jon grabbed what felt like a coin. He pinched it and pulled it out of the bag, holding it up to the light.
“A… blank coin?” Jon twisted and turned the coin to see both sides. It seemed to him to be a freshly pressed quarter that the Mint forgot to put any details on. A slight reflection that faded to a dull silver the more he ran his fingers over it.
Knock knock “Hey Jon, can we talk?” Zoe asked from outside his room.
“Sure, what’s up?” Jon turned from his desk to face his sister, dressed in a casual but still goth style.
“Mom’s only willing to let me go to a concert at the Spiked Pit with the girls if you chaperone. Can you?”
Jon resisted the urge to roll his eyes, at least because he liked Metal as a general genre and Zoe’s tastes weren’t screamo. “Name and date?”
“Caledwych, this Sunday. They’re a new group doing BardCore as a focu…” Zoe lost focus on her thought and trained her eyes on the coin in Jon’s fingers. “Where did you get that?”
Jon blinked and looked from the coin to his sister. “Uh, found it. Why?”
“I want it.” She started to reach for the coin and Jon gripped it tight, flat against his palm. “Come on, it’s mine!”
‘No it isn’t.’ Jon thought. ‘It didn’t exist ten minutes ago.’ “Look, Zoe. I’ll chaperone you but can you leave for a bit?”
“It’s my coin!” Zoe pulled at Jon’s hand and pried his hand open. The coin went flying and Zoe jumped for it, but Jon pushed her out of the way and forced it into the bag, tying it shut.
“Ugh. Wha- Why am I on the ground?” Zoe asked, holding her head.
“You slipped. Let me check for a concussion.” Jon knelt down and checked her head. “In case you forgot, I’ll take you to the concert. You okay?”
Zoe nodded. “Yeah, it’s already fading. Must have been vertigo.” Zoe let Jon help her up and gave him a hug before leaving the room. Jon smiled and waved before shutting the door softly, but firmly with a frown.
He practically glared at the bag as he opened up and pulled out… two coins? One blank and one with a word written on it.
SISTER
Jon put the coins back in the bag and tied it tight. He breathed deeply through his nose, then looked over at his bedside table and the Wishing Stone. “Yeah, that’s interesting.”
Already he could feel the possibilities of what the coins could do swirling in his mind. Now the question was how to test it?
