Perfect Pebble: a v v short play

SCENE 1:

CANNOCK CHASE FOREST, STAFFORDSHIRE, ENGLAND

Millie: “Oh my Goodness, it is so perfect”.

I was walking slightly behind in the forest, so although I heard the words, I wasn’t entirely sure what the object of desire was.

Me: “What Mils?”

Millie: “This!

Arms out-stretched, face looking extremely proud.  The common grey pebble in the palm of my niece’s delicate, 7-year old palm.

Me: “Wow, that is soooo beautiful.”

 The foregoing was said with slight insincerity, but smiling, I didn’t let it show. A child would never pick up on the slight disingenuous tone. I then put it in my old green jacket pocket. Along with the crumpled tissue; sweet wrapper and sandy lip balm.  > Question, how does lip balm always get sandy?<

 SCENE 2:

AT HOME, 1 MONTH LATER – SATURDAY MORNING

I just need to find £2.75 in loose change from various locations around the house so that I can pop to the French coffee shop next door for a large extra-hot latte (I literally mean 2 doors away from our apartment block). I have managed to collate £1.75. Surely there must be one pound somewhere?

I then remember my old green jacket. I put it on the peg on the back of the study door when I came back from my sister’s house last time we visited. I am not really sure why I put it there? I don’t usually. Odd. 

But I am sure there is a five pound note in the pocket? And I am also sure I went to the cash machine the morning we left? So I stick my hand in. 

What’s that?  Weird. 

And that is when I pulled it out. The pebble. 

Except that this time, it isn’t just a grey pebble. 

This time, it is precious. And I see it with the wonder of beautiful 7-year old eyes. This time I cannot imagine seeing a rock-form more gorgeous. It was breathtaking enough to stop a child in her steps. And now, when I see it, all I see is Mille’s delicately beautiful face. All I hear is her voice. 

And that is why it is there. On the bookcase in our study. 

And I see it most days and smile at its beauty. 

Thank you Millie for making that grey pebble into a thing of beauty. 

Author: Lexa

Enjoying life and the crazy beautiful things in it.

4 thoughts

  1. Just beautiful…. when a day seems complicated and fuzzy I will re read this and have a ‘grey pebble ‘ moment to wipe the slate clean and see life in a more simple and pure perspective. Thank you

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    1. Thank you!!!! I do love Millie (and all my nieces and nephews) so very much. As you know 😀😀. And you and dad! And my sisters!!!! And nana! And Aaron xx

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