I was standing there at the edge, nickel in my hand. I hate nickels but I certainly didn't have enough faith to throw a quarter into the well.

Destiny or fate, skill or luck - was a nickel really going to help?

A good luck wish for five cents, it seemed like a bargain but you get what you pay for, I wondered what wishes went with the copper-toned pennies already at the bottom. I wondered if solid copper pennies worked better than the coated zinc pennies and then I wondered why I wonder about such things.

I tossed the nickel, not for a wish but because I hate nickels.