The Onyx Stone (99 Words)
The pendant reflected her face like the smooth surface of a midnight lake. She placed it in the snow, at the center of the forest clearing.
“You found it.”
She raised her eyes to see the man watching her. His appearance was mist-like, vaporous.
“Yes,” she said. “Here. It’s yours.”
He pressed the pendant to his lips. His eyes, as black as the ornament stone, shone with a wild and breathtaking emotion. That look burned in the woman’s mind long after he vanished. It was all the thanks she needed.
She left, her footprints gentle in the fallen snow.