The intrusion of such a still smile is threatening, when no lips are involved and no muscles move. The waves stopped receding. She had fallen victim into the trap of his eyes. She can barely remember whether she picked the pebble. He might have heard them jingling in my pocket, She thought. She stood entirely motionless with her knees bent. His gaze was like a piercing beam of light in fog, and her limbs were fragile.
“I still have those tiny pebbles,” said Dawna, looking outside the window.
“What pebbles?” asked Lily indifferently.
“Just pebbles. But you could find various colors, grey or green. Once I found a red one!”
“Do you have any blue pebbles? He likes blue,” said Lily softly.
“Blue.., what could be his favorite color?” wondered Dawna. He’d never told her.
“How do you know?” asked Dawna, having her lower lip between her fingers.
“That blue must be his favorite color”
“Oh, he chose the blue bird, don’t you remember? He likes blue, I know.” said Lily with her usual air of confidence.
Yes, I remember the blue bird. Once he talked about some flowers. They are pink, Smiled Dawna. But the glimmer of that smile faded away in her eyes as she thought they may as well be white or yellow.
“I’ve never seen a blue pebble,” said Dawna hesitantly.
“Why do you collect pebbles Dawna?” asked Lily.
“I don’t collect pebbles, I just gathered a few” rejoined Dawna emphatically.
He was laughing at me. I could see it in his eyes. Who would gather pebbles? A child maybe! Dawna stared at the red carpet in the middle of the room with her upper lip between her fingers.
“I have been collecting coins,” said Lily as she was standing in front of the mirror.
Other people came to walk and enjoy the sea breeze. Now she could fully see that conscious smile in his eyes as she stood upright. Children were playing behind her with their fists full of sand.
“For how long?” asked Dawna.
“Well, daddy gave me my first coin when I was only twelve, a franc.”
“Coins are precious,” said Dawna. “Unlike pebbles,” she thought.
Dawna could see the reflection of Lily’s face as she smiled triumphantly. Only because she collects coins does not mean that she is superior. They jingle in your pocket as the pebbles do.
“I saw him the other day,” said Lily.
“I haven’t seen him in a long time. Does he still carry the same leather briefcase?”
“Oh, he approached me and we talked. He’s been sick for a while, I’m worried about him”
“Give him a black pebble. I’ve got one. They say black stones have healing powers,” said Dawna, as she approached the wardrobe.
“Black stones, not black pebbles!” said Lily scornfully.
“But you must see it. I found it in a river”
She carried a wooden box, and one could hear the pebbles jingling. I wish I could show him my pebbles, thought Dawna.
“This is the black one” said Dawna, as she opened the box and took out a pebble.
“I must leave now…”
“How about the pebble?” interrupted Dawna.
“Oh Dawna, forget about pebbles. I should meet him.”
She never had the chance to meet him if he was ever sick or if she ever missed him.
“Good-bye Dawna, I’ll tell you about him later,” said Lily in a hurry.
“All right Lily, He’ll be fine,”
“Yes, He will,” smiled Lily.
Dawna and the pebbles. Green, black, grey, even a red one among them. I’ll give him the red one. I’ll never meet him though. Dawna looked outside the window.