A Pebble

A pebble came home with me yesterday.

I spent part of the morning watching waves throwing up stones onto concrete sea defences. The power of the waves turning water to foam and the roar of the shingle in the undertow were mesmerising.

A single pebble now sits o­n my desk. Khaki in colour, it is divided in two by a line which appears to have been pencilled in as an afterthought. The left hand side is a series of stone moonscapes in prototype. The right hand side dominated by parallel tresses of grey – hairlines running right through the stone.

Yesterday the stone was a single contribution to the clatter of the breakers at the shore. This morning it sits o­n my desktop and keeps its own silence.

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