A Bit Of Ore

Saul Dirtson clutched the grimy bit of ore in his fat fingers and walked between the ruts dug into the main street. He had happened across it the night before when he was out near the mines looking for the shapes of bats and making up poetry to recite to the stars. On his bedstand, it glimmered as he dreamed. Though he had grown up in a town that shoveled every hour for beautiful minerals, this was the most exquisite and unexpected rock he had ever seen. Now he walked to find someone who could tell him what it was.