The window fell shut and the necklace went with it.
How, you ask? Well, it was old and had to be propped with a stick to stay even half open. The rotted stick gave way and, in my haste, I either tried to hold it or it was too heavy; the necklace, a cheap little thing I’d bought myself from the corner store, somehow got caught in the mess.
Its charms scattered across the kitchen floor like crumbs from a careless hand.
In the process, I scraped bits of skin from my hand and wrist, but stood there nonchalant as I started to peel the loose edges away.
Just act as if nothing happened.
Hum to old boleros no one knows you love.
Just act as if…
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