Hearts carved in stone."Why did you carve it on a sand stone?"Hearts carved in stone.
She held her hand steady, the small white stone resting on her palm. Smooth, round, perfect. Or it was, before she had gotten a hold of it. Now it was wrong. Imperfect.
"Because they break easily. Grip too tight and it crumbles, drop it and it brakes. You have to be careful see?"
He regarded her with a wary look. That said he seen too much, cared too little and grew old to fast and with it she faulted.
"Right." He said.
And walked away, as if she was child whom had yet to see, yet know, yet to grow. Her hand dropped from the of
