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As Sheata crossed the debris strewn lawn, her cloak snagging. She reached down to unsnag her hem, and saw something sparkle. She reached and instantly, darkness threatened to pull her down. In that moment, she felt a strong arm around her middle and squinted to make out her ‘rescuer’.
‘Reni, Ma’am, remember?’ He frowned.
‘Yes. I couldn’t see you for the sun.’ Sheata gestured.‘Awfully bright today. ‘I just saw…’ Sheata looked back down. ‘Must be under your foot, yes… Ah, there it is. See?’
‘Yes, Ma’am.’ Reni reached down to pick up the object in question. It didn’t budge. ‘Just let me…grunt…’ He dislodged the object. ‘Here, Ma’am.’
Emotions squeezed at her throat as he placed the old jewelry box in her hand. Could it be possible, amid all this destruction to find…? She fumbled with the clasp, doubting it still held the necklace, gasping as she saw the jeweled starburst against the aged velvet.
Thank you once again goes to What Pegman Saw for taking us to the beautiful country of France and giving us a glimpse of Cirque de Navacelles, France. If you’ve enjoyed this little story, then please, come out and enjoy some others at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/blog/ . Just follow the prompt tag to the little blue frog… your adventure awaits.