Fiji Holiday With Baby

The heart

I rummaged in his torn flesh. I was convinced that I would not have found, certainly could not possess it. I just realized my body smeared with his blood. And then, instead, I saw him. Slowly stretched out his hand to grasp the outstretched fingers but uncertain. Here it is. A long gash had torn, I noticed that other items bore the signs of past hurts. So he was not lying. She also had one. I pondered a moment. Then a slight shimmer on her face caught my attention. A tear streaked her lifeless face. I sighed.