The Locket


Ellie stood there with the locket in her hand. Memories – memories of her grandmother, of her father, and memories about the uncle that she had never known. It was a small, heart shaped, gold filigree locket that had belonged to her grandmother. She had received it from her grandmother after she died.

Ellie took a deep breath, and opened the locket. There were pictures of two young men, in uniform – her father, and the uncle she had never known. Both men lost to her, in their own way. Quietly, she closed the locket and replaced it in the drawer.

(c) 2015 Bonnie Cehovet
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