Just as
suddenly as it came, the wind dies down and the screaming recedes to
quiet giggles and the coin plinks to the ground a few feet from him.
He has to step forward to see the result as the coin has fallen into
long grass. Bending over, Robert sees that the grass has kept the
coin upright, giving him no clear result.
“Bugger,”
he says, but the face he can see is heads. “That'll do,” he
mutters retrieving the coin and returning it to his pocket. He
sighs, and continues walking towards the derelict building, though he
can't shake the feeling that he's wasting his time.
