Looking around the room, I noticed your locket resting on the dresser. It was the only thing left behind.
The once silver chain was now stained black. The locket catch, now precariously loose, held on for dear life like you were not able to.
A tempest of emotions knocked the wind out of my lungs. Indecision crashed over me, rendering me helpless to decide which memory I should preserve.
Should I open it to see your face one more time and risk destroying it? Or should I keep it shut and risk forgetting your finer details but keeping the piece intact?
Hello Joanne,
Splendid ! The use of a tarnished locket as a metaphor refecting a tarnished relationship was genius.
Very poignant.
Well done. Nice use of the locket for imagery, and the decision the narrator must make. And excellent to end with a question.
I liked the imagery.