She spread them out in front of him so he could see. One by one, she explained each’s story.
“This last,” she said, holding a stone so red it was almost black, “appeared when I made a home for the darkness.” She blinked, looking away from him.
“Beautiful,” he responded, placing his hand over hers.
Song Choice: Strong Enough by Cheryl Crowe, acoustic version
This bit of flash fiction was created for Verse Escape's Friday 55