The fountain was a bit deeper than I thought, and I ended up with one wet sleeve, and a stain on the front of my shirt.
The coin in my hand made it all worth it, though.
It probably wasn’t the one I wished on but the witch said it only had to match in weight and colour, so it took up the same kind of space.
Once I brought it to her, she would be able to undo it. I would no longer have what I wished for.
Really, I should have been more careful in the first place.