Keiara McCrae

Sandra McCollin and The Templeton Coin.

Dirty clothes piled up day by day on Sandra’s polka dotted lounge chair in her room. You can tell where Sandra is in life by how much clothes piled up. It was the third Sunday of the new year and she had finally hit rock bottom, from the looks of clothes now suddenly floating off the chair onto her sandy carpet. Sandra eyed her dirty clothes with envy of the reflection they gave to her, she too knew she hit rock bottom. Stretching her arms to the sky after tying her coiled hair into a barley-pony (a ponytail that barley made it) She opened her coral curtains that have been hiding her for weeks.