Sucker

 

Found in a coat pocket are the notes of something forgotten.  It was the bulge of the candy that caught my attention and retrieving it carried a past thought into the daylight.  Disappointed at it not being currency yet still intrigued at finding an old thought surviving the darkness and pocket lint of history.

        Framed and hanging in a gallery it could possibly generate currency, however, as art – I doubt any line would form.  (Unless it was a really nice frame)

        Maybe illuminated by a single light, with security guards at the ready, the illusion of value might become a murmured topic.

 

        Now it just needs a title.