You don't feel the stone slip from your back pocket. Unaware of having lost this most powerful artefact by the simple decision to wear stressed and ripped jeans. You don't notice the person following you, who saw it fall. As he picked up his pace, snatching the stone from the sidewalk. Opening his mouth to call out, then in confusion not... It was just too simple a thing.
Brad looked the stone over, turning it over in his hand. He wasn't a good friend. Hell!, he wasn't really a friend. But, as he mused about trading it back to you, he enjoyed the glow it seemed to have. Seeming to catch the sunlight where there didn't appear to be any. Even glowing a little between his fingers as he closed them into a fist.
It was slipped into his pocket before it could be abandoned, dropped and forgotten.
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