Free Viridian Tears by Rachel Green Page A

fire. “Mebbe a few more an’ all.”
    “A few more? Why? What have you found?”
    “Ammonite.” Joseph held up the stone he’d been working, a perfect fossil emerging chip by laborious chip. Extracting it would take a trained museum curator weeks with a delicate set of tools but all it took Joseph was a couple of hours and pocket knife. “You’ll want that, I reckon, for your shop.”
    “I will.” Meinwen leaned forward to study it. It was a remarkable specimen, four inches across and with the delicate tracery of sutures where the inner chamber walls met the outer shell. Even in the firelight she could see shades of patterning. “That looks to be a lovely one.”
    “Ar. Fifty pounds or I’m a Welshman.”
    “You’re clearly not Welsh, cariad .” Meinwen smiled. “Fifty it is then. Drop it by tomorrow?”
    “If I’ve got time, ar.” Joseph fumbled at his feet and pulled something from the small pile of stones and stone chips. He had a knack of knowing which lumps of rock had fossils concealed inside and made an adequate living for his limited needs. “I’ve got this an’ all. I reckon it might be worth more n’ the fossil to the right person.”
    “What is it?” Meinwen reached across the fire again, her hand out for the object. One of the sticks in the fire collapsed sending a shower of sparks upward. She gave a shriek as they caught in her hair, each spark sending up a tiny flame across the surface as it burned. She danced away, holding her head forward so the locks of gray-flecked red hung where she could smother them between her hands.
    Joseph had stood and hovered at the edge of the fire. “What should I do? What should I do?”
    She continued batting at her hair for some time after the flames had gone out, in case she’d missed a stray spark. The stench of singed hair filled the clearing. “It’s okay. I got them all, I think.”
    “Ah. I can’t see no twinkles.” Joseph returned to his seat. “Happen you’ll be more careful around fires in future, eh?”
    “I’ve always been careful around fires.” Meinwen came around the flames to his side. “Goodness knows what damage has been done. I shall have to wait till I get home to see.”
    “It’ll be fine.” Joseph still held the object he’d been about to give her and was turning it over and over in his hands. It glinted at every revolution, reflecting the fire from a metal surface.
    “What were you about to show me?” Meinwen held her hand out again. “I can see it’s metal.”
    “Antique, mebbe.” He dropped it into her palm. It was the length of her forefinger and about half the diameter. A series of metal bars pierced the shaft at one end and the other was surmounted by a circle with an eye inside. The eye had a shorter rod bisecting it. “A key, I reckon.”
    “A key to what?” Meinwen held it as close to the fire as she dared. It weighed as much as a bank bag full of pennies and seemed to be made of iron.
    “Don’t know. If I knew that I would have used it, wouldn’t I?” He chuckled and held his hand out for its return.
    Meinwen surrendered it with reluctance. “What do you want for it?”
    “I don’t know yet. I’ll ruminate on it.” He slipped the key in an inside pocket somewhere and drew out a plastic pouch of tobacco.
    Meinwen straightened. “You’ll give me first refusal on it?”
    “Aye, why wouldn’t I?” He patted her nearest leg. “You’ve always been fair to me, even when others wouldn’t. You’ve always given me a fair price for anything I find, an’ all. I check, you know. I walk past your shop and see how much you’re selling things for.”
    “I didn’t know.” Meinwen smiled. “I have to add some on for myself and the rent on the shop.”
    “I know that. I’ve no complaints.”
    “Good.” Meinwen remembered her phone. “Would you mind if I took a picture of the key? I’ll try to research what it’s for. It might give an indication of it’s value, though I’m not