I strolled home, the sun slowly fading behind a horizon of trees. My head shot up, the sound of rackety wheels on concrete shooting through my ears. Pushed by his mother, a small boy rode in a plastic toy car. He beat his fists against the steering wheel. The mother, her brown hair cut short around he shoulders, smiled at me, an understanding smile. I stared at her blankly.
With a dull thud it settled in me, the gravity pushing it down into me, ignoring anything in it's way. The pain, the dead weight of this thing that had been snatched away from me threatened to open up, to leave me sobbing on the street, my eyes red and my face blotchy.
I weaved my hand inside of me, groped the stone, grasped it, and chucked it as far away as I could. This was better. There was no pain, no tears. There wasn't anything.
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