She put her heart up for sale on Ebay, struggled with the description. “Mildly sentimental. Relies too much on others. Contains scars from several wounds but still beats with hope.”
She checked hourly at first, then daily.
The responses were slow in coming. There was an offer to trade, another to meet clandestinely. Several watchers lurked in the background. When time ran out, she debated whether to drop the price or give her heart a second chance, but had no feelings either way.
That’s when she realized that somewhere in the process, completely unnoticed, it had lurked away in the dark.