Costly Stones

costly stones the mountain partly hid the lake was crystal clear and warm they swam across to the river where its outlet was we were looking for costly stones. The lake got shallow, and they waded, but could not find any pricey stones. When they waded back, the lake had retracted back into the mountain, it was now a cave. They picked some stones and decided to return next day. When they did the lake was blood- red and saw nothing of interest They did not know why the pool was red thought the reason was it had taken colour from minerals in the mountain. The place was ominous and silent in a fearful way. His friend had turned into a shadow he no longer looked like a human more like a hazy dream partly remembered as the apparition, it had no face he could have been anyone, even me. Back at his hotel, he looked at the few stones from the day before, they had no colour, he left them on a shelf, and hoped someone would find the beauty of the stone what he had missed.