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The Bracelet - Wee #12
The jewellery rested on a bed of soft, burgundy velvet, cushioned against any mishap, coddled in the hand-made wooden box.
He loved to stroke specific pieces: the heart shaped earrings; a mood ring that always proclaimed him 'calm'; an eternity ring, so well-worn the metal had become sharp enough to slice through skin.
The silver bracelet was his favourite - his first trinket. He ran his fingers along the raised edge of the inscription: For Mum - Love, Jim.
He remembered the night he gave it to her, that false smile stretching her thin lips. He remembered the night he cut it off, watched the smile disappear, listened to her screams. He remembered how good it felt, how, at last, she had set him on his true path.
Memories were ephemeral - mementos were solid ' they gave him the connection he needed. They made everything feel right.
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2007-12-29 17:16
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Dawn, apologies for missing your review - mea culpa. Thank you - glad I scared you, hehehehe.
Alyssa - hello there - thank you, too. I actually really like your interpretation, but it's much more prosaic - a serial kiler and his trinkets, which is a bit hackneyed, I know. I do like my psychos, though.
Cheers
Karen |
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Comment by: ac7904 - 2007-12-29 08:47
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| A friend said to me the other day that money does indeed buy happiness. "If you're cold, money'll put a coat on your back, not your soul." But there's a twisted logic happening there, and it leads to a place we'd like not to be, where objects trump relationships and our connection to each other...this other end of the spectrum seems to be where this character's approaching. Creepy. That's what I took from this. Well done. |
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2007-09-19 08:29
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Crystal, Gareth, Betty, Garrett, Les, Grae, Sharon - thanks, folks. Glad this one is having the desired 'chilling' effect for most of you.
Cheers
Karen |
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Oooh...you sent a chill down my spine!
"He loved to stroke specific pieces" - great image - i got a real sense of 'weirdness' about it.
"Memories were ephemeral - mementos were solid " Brilliant line - sums up his train of thought/state of mind.
Thanks for a great read. ;) |
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"Wonderful World of Worders"
A collection of micro-fiction by 72 writers, from 27 countries, compiled by Jenni Doherty, published by Guildhall Press with support from the Arts Council of Northern Ireland.
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