Shattered hearts

There is a hole where the hearts have fallen, swirling into the depths.

Some of the hearts got broken as they fell. There was not enough glue to go around, so I missed out.

I picked up my pieces…and now my heart lies shattered in my pocket. Paper clips, string and tape do nothing to repair it.

I can hold the parts together briefly, and FEEL as I think I’m supposed to. Then the wind comes and the pieces scatter once more, into even tinier parts.

Soon they will be too small to hold together even briefly, and they will create a fine dust that will whirl around fiercely, and maybe even cause someone to choke, if they have left their mouth open by mistake.

And what of me? I may be accused of being careless. It may even be suggested that I didn’t take enough care to protect myself as the hearts fell. I could have caught mine on the way down…

But this is of course nonsense. I could not stop it. I didn’t want to, and when I did, it was too late, and now my heart lies forever smashed with the others.

Shattered hearts

Rachel Gellert

Haven, Australia

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I wrote this after watching some crumbs fall into a small hole in the floor of our converted camping car. On closer inspection, I noticed that several small decorative hearts lay at the bottom, remnant of a surprise decoration by friends while on our honeymoon.

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