the rock

He saw this rock during a snorkelling trip. It sat squarely on top the rugged terrain of a rock pool. His beautiful wife was following a few rays that came into the shallow water to chase the morning's tidal feed. She gestured to him animately. But he could not be distracted.

He had wanted for their garden a rock just like that, the shape of a spiral seashell covered by broken cones of some long gone resident crustaceans. These little cones had tops like that of a volcanic crater, which gave the rock something beside itself to be admired of.

The rock, my dear. The man mumbled.
His wife looked back. Didn't you see the rays? She inquired: her French accent gave her girly charm despite her age.
We will have it for our garden. He said.