Today's OneWord: Beach
The beach was as quiet as the graveyard near my house. Not even the wind, though I could feel it on my face, seem to whisper or sing or howl as it bristled the cuffs of my dress shirt and scattered sand across my jeans. I found a rock to perch on, opened up the ziploc bag that my father had given me, and emptied its contents out into the dune. They were funny to look at, all clumped together in patches. Pearls and rubies and sapphires, all once belonging to my mother.