Precious

I don’t know why… why would a handful of pebbles fit into the concept of precious? When Ailsa’s weekly challenge arrived I had all sorts of ideas but something reminded me of a conversation with the good lady a few months ago. About pebbles. About my fascination with them and obsession I’ve developed about the genius that is hidden in a handful of pebbles.

This obsession is inherited… from a family member who I’ve mentioned on the odd occasion. My love for nature can be traced back to the time my uncle and aunt invested in my upbringing. They last visited us in June 2014 and it was on one of out trips to a Co Wicklow beach where we noticed my uncle picking up a few pebbles. We spoke about the habit. So, it was an almost natural reaction for me to pick up pebbles. Ever since moving to Wicklow and visiting different beaches I’ve arrived home with a pebble or ten in my pockets.

A few weeks ago the idea for a short story began to create itself in my head…

A Pocket Full of Pebbles…  

When the tale is done I will dedicate it to my uncle… precious memories. Yes!

Just by the way… I have handfuls of pebbles decorating the top of my bedside locker… just because I can!