A rivulet of sweat snakes down my aching back, my swollen belly wordlessly but loudly announcing my situation. I don’t want to do it, I have tried to stop. Some confusing need surpassing my usual boundaries.
Kids on bikes and scooters whizz by while parents and minders quizzically regard the crazy looking pregnant lady foraging by the path.
Ever seeking just the right one, craving the satisfaction, dreading the inevitable guilt.
Having found my prize, I waddle to a near by bench and survey my haul. I savour the moment as I lift the first tiny stone, hungrily inhale the intoxicating scent, then with no consideration for my enamel pop it in my mouth.