I just stood there looking at the withered leaf.
A scornful smile...
"We're not so different, you and I," whispered the leaf.
A sardonic laugh....
"Rotting away with no life left within us...Only you remain a walking corpse....I....I don't suffer much."
"What do you mean?" I demanded.
The leaf smiled and said, "I don't have a heart...therefore nothing can eat away at it, nothing can hurt me."
I made no reply.
"I do however wonder what it would be like to have one..."mused the leaf.
"You would be able to love, and be loved," I answered without much thought.
"Oh," the leaf said softly, "But is it worth it?"
But before I could answer, the wind came and blew it away.