Shattered Pieces

Frantically searching for a piece of paper you find yourself mesmerized by the look of their face, looking at you like you have just been booted off of the island by the tribal council. Searching for that piece of paper like it is a morsel not yet even big enough for a mouse to eat. Hungry for the thing we call life, decaying, falling apart, but yet tasteful. Slamming the drawer shut wanting to give up but knowing you cant. You have to write it down. What are you writing down, what is it that's so important that you can not forget. Numbers? Dates? A Word? You cover your ears trying not to hear yourself think in fear of losing this important information.

Finding an old napkin laying on the table you frantically flip it over just as fast as you would a egg in the skillet, Slamming the napkin down you begin to write. SHIT you have no pen. Your stress level builds up because with every passing second you know its going to be to late. You need to leave this note. Your heart beats faster, your breathing becomes heavier. At last you find a pen attached to a clipboard. You start to write and realize......its out of ink....this is the last straw, when life is like this when you desperately need to put something onto paper but you find yourself unable to do so.

You grab your chest, feeling your heart beat harder, you fall to your knees, and then to the ground, smacking a plate off of the table while you plunge down like a kamikaze pilot aimed for a ship. The plate hits the floor right after you, shattering on the ground like the A bomb just reenacted the destruction of Hiroshima.

The red inlay of the plate lands in such a way that it gets that message across that you were so eager to write......in three easy words it says.....I love you