It is just a penny – a common, copper one-cent piece that anyone may find on the ground on any day.
Except it isn’t common. Half buried in the coarse, variegated sand, face up to show Lincoln’s stoic profile and the mint date, that coin shouldn’t be there.
Urban legend holds our dearly departed can communicate with us by leaving pennies in our path, their year stamped intrinsically linked to the deceased.
What then does it mean if the coined is dated two years into the future? And, if I pick it up, is it a portent of my death?