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@daily.prompt/3-may-2025-mariannewests-freewrite-writing-prompt-day-2725-waterfall-of-silver-coins
Waterfall of silver coins, silver coins pouring out, up, down. Silver coins flowing, silver flowing, silver running out of the holes of her ears until the fountain is filled with silver and blood. Silver and blood are a thick mixture to swim in, warm and cool at once, enveloping and pushing against your body, always elevating you just a bit, no risk of drowning, no fear, no fear, no fear. No fear was her favorite clothing brand, a brand from the 90s, from the skater days of an old millennium. She hunted the thrift stores for the brand, always wanting to be reminded of the mantra. It was her life, swimming, hunting, pouring, flowing. Floating through the 20s, eager to get back to the 90s of the future, to see what lay in store. In stores, she found a t-shirt, a pair of socks, a pair of parachute shorts. She used the shorts to jump from the top of the silver fountain, the tallest silver fountain, the one that was five stories high, and she floated down, no fear, no fear, no fear.