There is a red brick bridge I cross every day, if I can. Over the river with its gravel shores, completely devoid of man.
Today as I was strolling by a small something caught my eye. I approached this thing with interest, filled with the curiosity with which Iβm blessed.
A turtle shell with rattling bones; a lonely and abandoned home. This was the prize that I had found, resting forlornly on the ground.
A small, bleached white shell on which my fingers tapped a death knell. A quiet reminder of a life once had. To be honest, it made me sad.
βSuch is life,β it seemed to say. So I continued on my way, to live and laugh and cry and play.