A Matter of Chance

Cold mist settled across my collar, yet I was motionless. My right arm remained frozen upward, fingers locked around the silver coin. Then, a subtle pulse stirred within the plastic joints. I felt the weight in my palm—not as dead weight, but as an instrument waiting for a verdict. With deliberate pressure, my thumb twitched against the metal rim. The silver disk shifted slightly in my grip, catching the distant moonlight against its grooved surface. Life had arrived. A simple, binary truth: either I stay still forever, or I decide the next move right here on this ledge.