Rick Collins
Stories (2/0)
The Heart of Man
A wrinkled, thin, and strong hand gripped a large heart-shaped locket. The Locket nestled nicely into the palm of the woman's hand. Its once brilliant silver surface was now tarnished from over a hundred years of abuse--much like she was. The silver chain that was once complete was now incomplete--the gaps held together with string. Her memories were the same. Memories that were once clear and vivid seemed like dreams. Some were lost like the parts of this chain. But the missing pieces were filled in by the string of the ragged journal in front of her...penned by her own hand. She read to remember as much as possible for as long as possible. The world needed to remember. She read the words again. "I am Rin, and I saved the World...."
By Rick Collins3 years ago in Fiction