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“It looks like a shiny heart,” I think as I finger gently what could be a piece of ruby.

Maybe, I should keep it. Mine being broken.

What a cliche I am… walking alone on a beach feeling sorry for myself.

I pretend to look for shells, so I can look down and not into the eyes of the people around me.

Those eyes…the contact would break me.

But, what of this heart?

I feel strangely relieved at finding it among the sea gulls and tourists.

Should I throw it back, so some other forlorn girl can find it and find her peace?

No, I feel stingy today.

I slip the ruby heart rock into my pocket and never go back to the blue waters again.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/finders-keepers/

 

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