The Locket

It just looked like a glass of water but I couldn't of been more wrong. The sooty black ash covered my once cheerful body and tears flooded down my face as I wept in sorrow. i could barely remember anything after an exhausting game of tag she skipped to grab a quick drink. I had a final glimpse of her bubbly face before the explosion took her life. I tried to piece the puzzle together but nothing added up. I climbed through the debri in hope to find her "Only if it was me," I thought. When I came to where the bench had once stood I wiped my eyes free from tears and dusted of the ash. The only remainder of my loving sister was a locket that I would cherish forever.

By Grace


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