Lost and Found
By heinzs
~Lost and Found~ The boy walked slowly up the road, looking earnestly down, searching. Whatever it was he had lost consumed him with a single purpose - to discover and retrieve the prize before the sun should this day set and bring to an end his lonely quest. Carefully he examined each pebble, as if it were made of gold, then continued on to the next. The chill of evening began its course, the breeze raising small dust devils that traversed the boy's path, then settled again in a swirl of leaves. In the flickering light that sifted through the treetops a sudden glint of sliver, shiny and bright, caught his eye. With a swoop and a cry of pure joy he pounced upon the artifact and held it close to his aching breast. His mother's ring, that once she wore - the memory of her caress warming him - he thought he had lost it for good. With a gentle kiss, he placed it upon his own finger, then with lightened heart he turned and whistled her old lullaby as he skipped towards home. 3/17/2002 from "Vignettes" Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 06:53 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"~Lost and Found~..."