‘And how many children do you have?’ asks my taxi driver (I do not know what the countless other inquisitors do. I never ask.) *BRACE* *BRACE* *BRACE* I look out of the window and fix a smile. ‘None. No children’ I say, as if it was an oversight. That I tripped and carelessly dropped them somewhere along the way and forgot to pick them up like abandoned coins on the path. My face is studied. Lines counted. My history examined fleetingly in jigsaw pieces. He turns back to the road ahead and the journey continues in silence. I look out of the window once more. I count my lost pennies. #impossiblequestions #lostpennies