The day it rained coins
Jeannette Cabraal
Miss Perera stood at a bus halt waiting for a bus or a coach to the
Fort. She was a retired teacher of English and had just drawn her
pension for the month, and so clung to her handbag for dear life. She
looked nervously around for suspicious looking characters and the moment
someone stood by her, she discreetly moved away; at the same time she
has no desire to be found alone at a halt either. She always felt tense
and suspicious when she carried more than usual money on her and had a
sneaky feeling that she must be giving herself away with this jittery
disposition.
These days one couldn’t be sure who would be a pickpocket or a
highway robber. It could be the thuggish type with the ferocious looking
countenance and the ‘come for a fight’ attitude, habitually folding up
his sarong; it could be the gentleman all spruced up; it could even be
the dolled up woman complete with the latest hairdo. One never could
say.
After what seemed to her to be ages, a coach drew up with a youth as
conductor, yelling himself hoarse and almost commandeering people to get
in. As it was not so crowded as coaches go an feeling the companionship
in a vehicle better than a lonely stand at a bus halt she clambered in,
helpfully pushed in by the youth. The vehicle took off even before she
could maintain a balance. In the second seat on the right by the window
was a lady and feeling safe with one’s own species, she plumped down in
the vacant space next to her.
As the coach whizzed along, stopping abruptly at halts with
screeching brakes, plummeting the passengers forward, it filled up.
Luckily for Miss Perera there was a pole just by her seat and she was
able to maintain her balance with its help. A man in national dress
looking every inch an ‘iskole mahattaya’ now stood next to her,
sometimes leaning on the pole by her, sometimes swaying holding onto the
overhead pole. On his arm hanging from a strap was a zipped wallet. Miss
Perera was visibly irritated by this man’s proximity and kept on
glancing up and behind and was renewed to see a well dressed young man,
in fact immaculately dressed complete with tie, just behind. She relaxed
on seeing him.
The coach sped like the wind and it was anybody’s guess as to whether
they would reach their destinations all in one piece.
Suddenly the coach swerved dangerously and while the passengers held
their breath and struggled to maintain their balance, coins of all
denominations rained down on Miss Perera, most of them on her lap, some
on the floor of the coach.
Completely flummoxed, she looked up. The coach screeched to a halt,
one passenger suddenly making a frantic bid to get off. It was the well
dressed young man. The man in national seemed highly amused at the rain
of coins and though his laugh seemed to be infectious and her ridiculous
position calling for amusement, she was too bewildered to look at the
funny side of it. She collected the coins on her lap and held them up to
whoever owned them.
The man in national spoke aloud for the edification of the
passengers. “Look at my wallet madam. The zip is intact but it has been
cut with a sharp tool. That’s how you had a rain of coins. It was that
immaculately dressed young man. You see madam, people will suspect a man
in national like myself. But a gentleman of that type never. Anyway he
must have got as rude a shock as you did. But the bulk of my money - the
notes - are safe with me in here”, he said patting his shirt and pulling
out a large wad of notes in an envelope safely hidden away in an inside
pocket.
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