I found my first agate on a gravel road in northern Minnesota when I was just a kid. A dime-sized stone with reddish hues and fine lines of crystals wrapping around, it was like holding a piece of magic. You can't find them anymore. Their value is in their rarity.
After his mother’s funeral today, I gave it to my grandson. He’ll be living with my wife and me for the foreseeable future.
"It’s beautiful," he said, wiping a tear from his eye. "I love it. Can we go searching for more?"
"Absolutely," I said, already planning the trip in my mind. “How about tomorrow?"
About the author
Jim lives in a small town in Minnesota. His stories and poems have appeared in over four hundred online and print publications. His collection of short stories “Resilience” was published in early 2021 by Bridge House Publishing. Additional stories can be found on his blog: www.theviewfromlonglake.wordpress.com
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