The moonstones that once littered the beach were long gone; perhaps they had never been here in great numbers, but she preferred to think that they had. It wasn't beach weather today; the fog was heavy and wet and the sea was surly. There wasn't much warmth coming from the sand, either. But she was dressed for it; the sweatshirt under her windbreaker kept her comfortably warm. She actually preferred the beach on days like this; except for a dog who was sniffing some seaweed, she had the whole bay to herself.
As she walked, she looked hopefully for moonstones; perhaps the wind had shifted the sands and there were some left after all.
© 2007 Cynthia Newcomer Daniel
Sterling silver, moonstone. Hand fabricated setting and chain.