A glum face appeared at the Lost and Found counter.
“I don’t suppose you’ve had a heart handed in?”
“As in a heart heart?”
“Yes, I lost it on the train yesterday. This woman got on and smiled at me when she sat down. We both read our books and then, when she got off the train, she somehow took my heart with her. This is the station she got off at so, you know, I was kind of hoping.”
The attendant shook his head, “I’m afraid not. Nothing in the heart department at all this week. Got a few lost minds, especially after that government announcement and all the awful weather. Had a lost will to live in here briefly, thankfully the owner managed to snaffle it back nice and quick. The temper and patience bins have been overflowing all month and I’m getting more senses of humour handed in than I’m comfortable taking I can tell you.”
The attendant looked assessingly across the counter, “Have you checked your pockets since you lost it?”
“You think my heart’s in my pocket?”
“No, but often, when a heart’s lost, something else is gained.”
The man stepped out of the way, in case anyone else had a query, and started gently patting at his pockets.
He startled, reached carefully into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a heart. A delicate, feminine heart that warmed in his hand.
He stared at the attendant who smiled benevolently, “Now sir, I’m sure, if you listen to what that there heart wants to tell you, you’ll be able to find your own heart and maybe quite a bit more.”