The Object

There it sat, surely outweighed by a small cup, yet the hard metal against the cool colored cloth made it seem much heavier. One man, gray hair flailing out from the sides and back of his head, peered closely at it. His mouth hung a bit open with his lazy gaze. His eyes were open wide with an excitement slowed down by age. A girl, prettied by shades of blue and white on her dress, stood clinging to her mother's legs. She spied it standing sideways, a little bit of fear seen flowing from her eyes and face. Another man stood tall, his arms folded tightly across his chest, the tails of his thin shirt flowing with the slight sea breaze. His face wore something akin to a scowl, yet there was a hint of curiosity in those eyes as they studied the object. They each knew what it meant. One of them would have to make a choice. Time seemed to echo throughout the chamber making each second last that much longer. The small group shifted uncomfortably, waiting for the choice. Their impatience was unfounded, a decision had already been made. Slowly, as this new scene stirred, their minds unfolded, their hearts pounded faster. None of them could have imagined a wonder such as this.