These beads are the color of rough deep brown bomber jacket leather, of sweet soft dark Godiva chocolate.
They are small but strong, ready to ride. I hear engines in the background revving, when I look at them. Silently telling their story from history.
They look like ceramic tiles in a deep, deep brown with a scuffed glossy shine.
Like they washed up from a shipwreck off the coast and were found in the sand, half buried.
Or like survivors of an inferno, the tiles found in the ash, from a ceramic tile factory in ancient times, in Italy below Vesuvius.
Like they went down in the wreck of a steamboat on the Mississippi river, and came up in the mud of a farmer's field as he was hoeing his corn, to mull over the crusty beads in his work calloused hand.
What story do you see, when you look at these rough and ready bomber jacket beads? Tell me a tall tale, post a story comment and win them if you are selected, winner announced on Saturday.