The dining room is laid with paper cloths and napkins. In my pocket, the stone slips between my fingers, the surface smooth and cold. I found it in the garden as I shuffled along the path. I think of Laura and her mellow gaze, her eyes watching my mouth as she tries to understand the words that I dribble. I place the distorted heart on the table where she sits, a stone love letter.
This 75-word short story (including title) was first published by Paragraph Planet, 23 January 2012. Website: http://www.paragraphplanet.com
the writer is a lonely hunter 
lovely writing as ever. Coluld begin a longer story eg a novella!
Thanks Carol *blushes*
That’s a great idea, Gail. Thanks for sharing
So pleased you like it!
I’ve got several stones that various people have given me over the years. I read this and looked at them all again; held them and felt them. Thank you.
That’s the best response I’ve ever had to my writing. Thank you for taking the time to comment.
Lovely and evocative.
I’m glad you liked it, Tim. Thank you for the RT