A Little Thing

It lies on the bed of the Great River, a little thing lodged under the fronds of a fern that has lived for long years. It lies unmoving. Sometimes when light falls on it, it glints, else it remains the same.

There are other things in the water, hooks to trap and snare, creatures larger, biting, filled with maiming poisons ... and yet it is this they will not near. They do not know why but for as long as they remember, none in the water nears this tiny ring lying sheltered under the river fern that does not age.

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