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.