Empty House

   It was raining rather hard when I saw some people ahead of me glance over at what looked like a large leaf on the ground. I didn't want to get very wet and spend the rest my work day in wet clothing, so I continued on. As I passed by it again before getting into my car, I looked at it more closely; its' color and design were so vibrant that I figured that it must be made of plastic, and nudged it with my foot to turn it over. I realized that it was the shell of a turtle, empty but for a bit of its' former occupants' tissue. I was exhilarated and saddened when I thought about it later, and remorseful that I hadn't taken it with me.