It was no surprise that almost half the diamonds had fallen from the heart before I reached the end of the street, nor that many of the rest were cracking, nor that the gold had lost its dazzle.
I saw Athene, dressed as a beggar in rags on the corner, presence given away only by her startling lilac eyes which saw the expected disappointment in mine.
I lowered my head as I passed her, foolish to imagine, even for an instant, that she could not read my thoughts. Shocked I was not, but hoping I had been.
Rounding the corner, I heard her words echo in my head once again, ‘There can be no refunds.’
What did it matter?
My hand was now empty of the dazzling jewel after which I had so lusted, now lying in the goddess beggar’s empty paper cup. She could not refund, but perhaps she could mend.
I, was well aware, that I could not.
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