As standing in front of the office having a cigarette because it is no longer legal to smoke around people who don't smoke,
one gazed into a sea of tiny gravels in colours such as mocha, coral, Dover white, slate blue and nightly black,
and saw a piece of greyish white chunk but decided that it is a piece of really dry wood.
It stood out still on the corner of the eye because it was lot larger and in the different texture, appearing to be lighter in weight,
with unspeakably eely air to it that possibly came from the colour of grey which simmered into the piece.
One leaned forward to observe the piece with a cigarette still in one hand with its smoke blowing into the eyes,
and through those squinting eyes one sees that the piece is a partial animal bone cracked and showing its sponge like inside.
With much hesitation one picks up rather large piece and try to determine the age and origin of the bone.
One wonders if the gravels were a scheme to a perfect crime,
someone being dried and cracked by a hammer,
broken down into millions of pieces before scattered in front of every office in U.K.,
safely hidden up until the law changed forcing every cigarette butt sucker to come out and wonder their eyes into the gravels in front of them,
and gaze into the odd ones out,
those odd coloured, obviously-not-stone substances,
those sad looking pieces of someone,
wanting to tell stories, or wanting to be left alone.
The bone was put back into the gravels, to join the rest of the body.
See you again on next break.
