Big Dove, Little Dove

She was looking lost, so he crossed the room to her, his beer going flat in a plastic cup.

“I’ve never seen you at a reunion before,” he said.

She squinted at his name tag. “I’m always afraid I won’t know anybody.”

“I remember you,” he said.

“That anti-war protest, 1970. After the march we shared a joint and ruminated about the horror of war.”

“Mmm.” She didn’t remember him. Maybe he’d had really long hair.

“That war ended, but then people start new ones. It never ends.”

She reached into her pocket. “Here. Have a dove.”

Big Dove, 1.5” wide on a metal cuff ($80), or Little Dove, 1” wide with toggle ($50). See the Contact page for purchasing information.