The Necklace
I stared at the clear ccrystal.handmade by someone in a land I had never laid eyes on the outside a few movie scences.It woree the craving of a tulip.The craftsmanship so delicate.The chain it hung on slipped through the spaces of my fingers.It wasn't the one that it orginally came on.that one had suffered a sad fate due to chubby fingers with a strong grip.This one was the last in a line of three that had once been some cheap two dollar special at the local Family Dollar.Still it was strong and... Sign in to see full entry.