2017 Frederick Douglass Quarter Errors Novels & Stories

The saleswoman was puzzled, as it was her first time seeing the black gold card. Jennifer's face turned dark instantly. "Frederick, don't tell me you dared to pull out four million just because of this card with no bank affiliation?" "What? No bank affiliation?" Calvin, who was about to leave, burst into laughter upon hearing this. "Hahaha! I thought you actually had forty million! So, you're trying to fool us with a worthless card?" "Is it a fake card? Just try swiping it on the machine," Frederick said calmly, his face unchanged.

“Take a closer look, smart ass. Sure as hell ain’t no silver dollar.” I opened my palm and examined the coin lying there. It was certainly the same circumference of a silver dollar, but sure enough, it wasn’t one. First of all, it was thicker and heavier. Also, not silver at all, but a tarnished bronze, a dull yellow. And it appeared old. Like a collectible or an antique you’d find at Handy’s Pawn and Thrift. A design was etched on both sides. I rubbed my thumb over it, peering closer. A small circle, with what appeared to be three crooked question marks spiraling around the circle.

"But first, I think a reunion is in order." "A reunion? With who?" He exhales heavily, standing straight as he dips his hand into his pocket. “You know, for years I prided myself on precision and have never made mistakes or miscalculated. But just because….. because of her—Emma wilfred,” he smiled as if he was recounting something amusing, “I ended up with a counterfeit.” Counterfeit? Was he talking about money? Or... "But still, I think counterfeit still has their uses. Just like you. "

The dealer took a quick look at the coin and instinctively took a step back, lowering his voice to respond, “Yes, this one’s indeed a real antique.” The confirmation seemed to lift Finn’s spirits. He triumphantly brought the coin closer to his nose, taking a deep sniff. “I think I can even smell the richness of its history.” Then, waving the coin in front of Frederick, he asked, “Let’s see if you can guess which era this one’s from?” Frederick immediately went pale and pulled Jean back a few steps. “Don’t bring that thing any closer.” Seeing Frederick’s reaction, Finn felt even more self-assured, smirking as he planted a proud kiss on the coin. “What’s wrong? Can’t tell what era my precious