Christmas Passed

What happens when a young girl tries on an old necklace?

Sarah crept silently up the stairs to the attic. She carefully tiptoed from step to step, alternating from side to side to avoid any creaking. Nana would have her hide if she was caught again. Last time, she almost had a heart attack when the trunk she was reaching for crashed to the floor and Nana came rushing up. Sarah absently rubbed her rump as she remembered the hiding she got that afternoon just a month ago.

The object of Sarahs' search today was a box she spotted last time. It just begged her to investigate. She lifted the box gingerly from its place in the dusty attic, sneezing quietly.

The box was ornate, and Sarah knew it would hold some fabulous treasure. It resisted a little when she lifted the lid. The contents sparkled in the sparse light. Lifting a delicate chain from the depths, Sarah couldn't resist trying on the necklace with a gold-colored locket.

Blinded by the sudden light, Sarah shook her head, a little dizzy. She rose shakily, the floor seemed like it tilted some. Forgetting all about the necklace she wore, she left the box open, abandoned and moved quietly down the stairs.