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The Locket
Writing Prompt #1
9/16/12

      She was dying. The old woman's body couldn't function for much longer. Years upon years of use had worn it thin and wrinkled it like a crumpled piece of paper.  She had once been beautiful in her younger age, but those years had long past, and now she was little more than a bag of bones thrown carelessly onto a lonely cot. Her eyes were still gorgeous, though.  A striking sky-blue- a color that made you day-dream of birds and flying high through the treetops.

"Call my granddaughter in." Her voice was still sweet, but it had evolved into a creaky door-hinge scrape.

The single nurse blinked pity at her- which she most loathed- before nodding and scurrying out of the room. It was just seconds before a young girl of blonde hair and laughing green eyes entered, eyes a bit watery and her small hands clasped tight around each other. She couldn't have been more than twelve.

"Grandma?" The girl asked, sinking to her knees and leaning over her bedside.

"Rosa. How're you?" The woman asked, smiling. Imagine that, smiling. Right on her deathbed.

Rosa smiled back, despite herself. She sniffed, a tear sliding down her cheek. "I'm fine. How're you holding up?"

"Fine, fine," She said cheerfully, though the words were a lie. "I wanted to give you something." A crinkled hand reached towards her pale neck and curled around something unseen, just below the blue shirt line- a color that matched her eyes quite well. A small jerk of her wrist and an elegant golden chain fell in waves around her small fingers.  From the end fell a heart-shaped, beautiful golden locket. Intricate designs were laced throughout its structure, and a small clasp held the two halves together.

Rosa's eyes grew wide, and more tears spilled. "Grandma." She repeated, slowly reaching her own small hand forward and grasping the heart. The grandmother released the chain, and Rosa curled her fingers around the locket, pulling it closer to her. She moved away a few fingers to better inspect it. It was heavy- probably crafted of actual gold. The hand work was dainty and whimsical, and the entire thing seemed to dance full of sunlight as rays of the ladder sneaked their way through the small window pane on the wall. "It's beautiful." The youth breathed, running a thumb over the surface.

"I want you to have it. It was my grandmother's, as it is now yours." Rosa began to finger the clasp, and grandmother reached out and covered her hands with her own. "Not now. Wait."

Wait?  She wondered, giving her dying grandmother a questioning look.

"You'll know when." Grandmother smiled at her lovely granddaughter.

"I love ya, grandma." Rosa smiled back, catching the older woman's hand before she could pull it away. The green-eyed girl then re-curled her fingers around her gift and pressed it to her chest, a few more tears spilling. Rosa hadn't ever known her grandmother that well, but there was still the occasional phone call and a couple of times they had visited.

Grandma continued to smile, but she closed her eyes. Those striking blue eyes that gave you warmth when cold and love when needed.

I love ya, grandma…

Her last breath was a good one. Full of the sweet scents of flowers and trees. Her last thought was a good one- that of her granddaughter's loving smile. And her last memory was the best- a sparkling golden locket, caressed in the best hands they could be in.

Grandmother was gone, but her smile wasn't. It was still there, playing on her once-full lips. Her body may have been aching, but her heart was as warm and loving as it could have been until its last beat.

Rosa replaced her grandmother's hand, her own smile gone. Now the tears came harder, but she quickly wiped them away.

She would want me to be strong.

She thought, and then looked back down onto her grandmother's last gift.  The temptation was strong, but her instructions were clear.

Wait, you'll know when.

And she would.

...

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Description
The Locket
Writing Prompt #1
9/16/12

      She was dying. The old woman's body couldn't function for much longer. Years upon years of use had worn it thin and wrinkled it like a crumpled piece of paper.  She had once been beautiful in her younger age, but those years had long past, and now she was little more than a bag of bones thrown carelessly onto a lonely cot. Her eyes were still gorgeous, though.  A striking sky-blue- a color that made you day-dream of birds and flying high through the treetops.

"Call my granddaughter in." Her voice was still sweet, but it had evolved into a creaky door-hinge scrape.

The single nurse blinked pity at her- which she most loathed- before nodding and scurrying out of the room. It was just seconds before a young girl of blonde hair and laughing green eyes entered, eyes a bit watery and her small hands clasped tight around each other. She couldn't have been more than twelve.

"Grandma?" The girl asked, sinking to her knees and leaning over her bedside.

"Rosa. How're you?" The woman asked, smiling. Imagine that, smiling. Right on her deathbed.

Rosa smiled back, despite herself. She sniffed, a tear sliding down her cheek. "I'm fine. How're you holding up?"

"Fine, fine," She said cheerfully, though the words were a lie. "I wanted to give you something." A crinkled hand reached towards her pale neck and curled around something unseen, just below the blue shirt line- a color that matched her eyes quite well. A small jerk of her wrist and an elegant golden chain fell in waves around her small fingers.  From the end fell a heart-shaped, beautiful golden locket. Intricate designs were laced throughout its structure, and a small clasp held the two halves together.

Rosa's eyes grew wide, and more tears spilled. "Grandma." She repeated, slowly reaching her own small hand forward and grasping the heart. The grandmother released the chain, and Rosa curled her fingers around the locket, pulling it closer to her. She moved away a few fingers to better inspect it. It was heavy- probably crafted of actual gold. The hand work was dainty and whimsical, and the entire thing seemed to dance full of sunlight as rays of the ladder sneaked their way through the small window pane on the wall. "It's beautiful." The youth breathed, running a thumb over the surface.

"I want you to have it. It was my grandmother's, as it is now yours." Rosa began to finger the clasp, and grandmother reached out and covered her hands with her own. "Not now. Wait."

Wait?  She wondered, giving her dying grandmother a questioning look.

"You'll know when." Grandmother smiled at her lovely granddaughter.

"I love ya, grandma." Rosa smiled back, catching the older woman's hand before she could pull it away. The green-eyed girl then re-curled her fingers around her gift and pressed it to her chest, a few more tears spilling. Rosa hadn't ever known her grandmother that well, but there was still the occasional phone call and a couple of times they had visited.

Grandma continued to smile, but she closed her eyes. Those striking blue eyes that gave you warmth when cold and love when needed.

I love ya, grandma…

Her last breath was a good one. Full of the sweet scents of flowers and trees. Her last thought was a good one- that of her granddaughter's loving smile. And her last memory was the best- a sparkling golden locket, caressed in the best hands they could be in.

Grandmother was gone, but her smile wasn't. It was still there, playing on her once-full lips. Her body may have been aching, but her heart was as warm and loving as it could have been until its last beat.

Rosa replaced her grandmother's hand, her own smile gone. Now the tears came harder, but she quickly wiped them away.

She would want me to be strong.

She thought, and then looked back down onto her grandmother's last gift.  The temptation was strong, but her instructions were clear.

Wait, you'll know when.

And she would.

...

(C) Sunshockk.deviantart.com