January 06, 2003

A gem. A gem. My queendom for a gem.

Sabrina tucked away her jewels. It usually took quite some work, and a bit of duct tape, but the resulting display was worth the effort. Everyone said so.

She stood back and admired the jewel box.

“Really must get that lock fixed,” she murmured to herself, as she used another strip of tape to seal the clear glass holder, in which lay -- arrayed like some camp cosmos -- a selection of gems that bore testament to her life. Such as it had been.

It was fitting, she felt, that the latest acquisition provided a kind of solar centre to the collection. A platinum and ruby funereal finale to mark the closing of one chapter, and the stillbirth of another.

It was such a pity it was Chapter 11.

  :::  a Written ritual performed at 04:11 PM   :::