The Wonky Heart Pebble

By J. A. Stapleton

Tue, 17 Oct 2017
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He presented me with the pebble two years ago on this very beach.  It wasn't mine.  It was the sea's.  To him, to me, to us it was a wonky heart.  Lopsided, not entirely perfect.  Scratched at the sides with a turquoise hue at his centre, its belly.  I thought better than to return it.  Instead, I open my mouth and swallow it whole.  I wonder if the water rippled in my belly when it sank. 

Certificate PG
Other
Dream Writing
Surreal
Unclassified
Fantasy
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

Objects can be pretty much what you want them to be and say pretty much anything you want them to.  Enjoyed this take on it, particularly the last line.  

Submitted by well-wisher on

I hope you don't mind if I read it like a prose poem rather than a story. It contains lots of lovely images. To me, because of the beautiful way you've described it, your wonky heart pebble seems to shine almost like a jewel.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn