Ted walked on taking his daily constitutional stroll. The many years of stress had made his body weak. His doctor suggested that he exercize more and walking was at the very least some added movement.
The silver medallion was for the moment something to toy with, as Ted's thumb flipped it inot the air, then cathing it with the other hand. Over and over a hundred times he did it as walking the back roads of Canton county.
Fall day that it was the coming of winter had a chill in the air. Ted's walk was usually one of four miles, two out and two back. Today with the chilly air he felt invigorated, and pressed on past the normal limits.
The rural road was one running past homes and small farms. The sights, sounds, and smells made his walk an adventure, each and every day. Today was no exception, he had found the silver coin, and was constantly looking for anything else to break the monotiny.
Stopping to look at a quiet pastoral scene as three horses frolicked, running, jumping and leaping about feeling as did Ted the chilly air and happy spirits. Ted noted the fuzzy coats as summer hairs was molting out, and the winter coat was growing.
His attention was turned by the roar of a passing car. The road had just recently had a new tar and stone coating, this left many small stone as projectiles lingering about the roadway surface.
Chink!
One small stone flew up and caught Ted aside the head, just to his temple. Like he had been shot he reeled and grabbed his head, then slowly everything went black.
Falling over backwards Ted's body hit the weedy ground with a body slamming thud. The jolt knocked his new toy from the shirt pocket he had so recently deposited it. Flipping out it spun three times in the air before landing neat and flat on Ted's flat dutch forehead.