“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.