Thursday, April 25, 2013


The emptiness in the hollow of her throat was unsettling.

A delicate owl, wrought of metal, nested there until a day ago. Its cold touch had been as reassuring as the warmth of her father's fingers wrapping around her hands, guiding her as they crossed a busy road together.

Until her brother had broken the locket.

"I'm sorry, Zuni, I really am! Anyway, it was just a cheap, flimsy piece of metal. I'll get you a better one, okay? I'll get you the most beautiful locket in the world!" he'd pleaded.

She'd stared at him, tears streaming down her face, aghast that he'd called it cheap, that he'd forgotten who had gifted it to her and that she wore the locket not for its price but for its value.

The locket might not have been the Resurrection Stone, but wearing it felt like her father was standing beside her again.

Intended this to be a drabble, but I overshot the 100-word-limit by 50 words and didn't feel like rewriting. I hope you liked this Not-A-Drabble.

#AtoZChallenge2013 #CatchingUp


  1. This is touching with its imagery (:

  2. This is so lovely and touching. Sometimes the value of something can be priceless. It all depends on perspective.

    #atozchallenge, Kristen's blog:

    1. Yep, it's all about perspective. Thank you for sharing your thoughts :)