The jug slowly filled up as the months rolled on. Each day he put his change from the day in the clear, plastic container, which he had liberated from a water cooler.
He dropped today’s handful into the narrow opening. The coins settled in disarray on top of the pile.
The value of the jug was unknown. He had never counted it, and he wasn’t going to. When it was full, he would deposit it and see what he would reap from the coins he had sown.
He rubbed his last, silver coin between his fingers before dropping it in.