Sea Glass

By Richard Edenfield

The sea glass sat in old mason jars situated all around the house like specimens of long dead rainbows. During the day, as the sun rotated around the house, it was as if the dwelling were pulling on a very bright, very beautiful, multicolored dress. She had spent her whole life collecting this glass worn down by the ocean. When the fire happened it made for a lovely display as all the bottles radiated spectacular vibrant colors. If the Titanic had been a very large rainbow it would resemble the home that was sinking in its own memory of the sea.