It’s been three years since I opened my little ‘Shop of Hearts.’ It’s a lost and found shop for hearts that have been broken, shattered, tossed aside, or otherwise damaged.
Any time of day, lost souls can be found wandering through the aisles. Most are drawn to the ‘Gently Used’ section, carefully placing each heart in their hands long enough to feel a beat or two, hoping for a connection, before placing it back on the shelf like a priceless heirloom.
There’s one behind the counter. Sometimes, if I place my hand just right, I can almost feel it beating again.