seashells

As he walked back from the water, I heard him sigh: "I feel like the seashells were better when we were kids."

"How so?" I inquired.

"I just remember seeing more of them, and they weren't all broken."

"Well, we weren't broken." I said with resolve.

"What do you mean?"

As we both turned our heads toward the ocean, silence fell. I didn't even bother to answer.

He knew.