The Charm Bracelet
She loved the bracelet, the charms, the bauble, the shimmer and shine.
She kept it polished, new, like when her father gave it
to her, too long ago to remember the date. The day was
magical, to the park, to the mall, to the woods. At every stop
searching, her father searching for "The One".
Who was this special lady?
She helped look.
Often pointed one out.
Too skinny
Too tall
Too frumpy
Finally, they found "The One" and her father took her to the
woods, left her there. Why? She didn't care, she got
a new bracelet with shimmer and shine.
He bought her one charm and she wore it every day.
When her father wanted, he'd go searching for "The One"
if found, and she kept quiet about it, she got a new charm.
She loved to look at it, stare at it, see the reflections
of the faces in her charms, remembering their
visits to the woods with "The One". Every visit a
secret and she got a new charm. Until he died,
and the killing stopped and so did the charms.
Copyright © Juli Freda | Year Posted 2021
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