An Heirloom From A Horse

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An heirloom from the saddlebag of a horse jiggled loose and fell to stony path—its fall broken by a dollop of manure. Soamy picked it out and looked through. Grey. Nothing came into focus no matter how far or near she held it to objects or the ants that scurried around her boot soles.

“Broken,” she said, tossed the looking glass into the long grass and smeared the dirt from her fingers onto her hessian apron.

She went on her way—died 52 years later without ever realising her opportunity.

In that time and beyond the glass went unseen and got comfortable in the croft that grew around it. Year on year more deeply embedded till it mingled with root and bird doings and loam. Deeper still it travelled by staying still as seasons piled on
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There in the circumference engraved—and by web search identified—were the Franco-latin words 'Doctor Mirabilis’. A man, another web search revealed, credited with the invention of the [magnifying glass] object itself. Made in [his] homage she surmised and scratched her cheek—surely not the original?

Like the traveller Soamy hundreds of years prior, Monica struggled getting the glass to perform its task. She held it to her lamp, to her eye, to a crane fly on her wall and to some text in her journal. But in each case it returned nothing save for blurs that ranged in shade only: from dunkel greys to the jettest of black. She shared Soamy’s crude conclusion it was broken but unlike her, she could not toss it aside. No, its pecularity fascinated her and drew a commitment within to solve the mystery it had brought. That night, she stuck it under her pillow and slept on it.

Sunday brought a sunrise through kitchen blinds that allied with coffee and granola to occasion in Monica: a notion, then another, then three. Her vacant morning-eyes filled with purpose—she’d get the glass working, get its handle replaced, and get it valued. In a bout of superstition she thought only good thoughts about what to do with the cash should it be anything substantial. Charities, she faux-promised she 'd donate to as well as the betterment of the Mendip Metal Detectorists’ Society.

She called Phil, a fellow member who, as always, was willing to assist in her whimsy. At the
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