Excerpt From Chasing The Dime (Photo by Wendy Werris)
He went out
onto the balcony and stared out at the cold blue ocean. He was twelve floors up. The view stretched from Venice on the south side to the ridge of the mountains sliding into the sea off Malibu to the
north. The sun was gone but there were violent slashes of orange and purple still in the sky. This high the sea breeze was cold and bracing. He put his hands in the pockets of his pants. The fingers of
his left hand closed around a coin and he brought it out. A dime. Another reminder of what his life had become.