An Advent Calendar of Stories
December 01 2014
The Bracelet
Alison Peden
Whiskey sour
Entering my younger sister’s bedroom I felt death
hovering over her like a black shroud. I sat down and held her cold, sinewy
hand.
The sun streamed
through the window and something sparkled on her bedside table; it was our grandmother’s
bracelet caught by the sunlight, a beautiful mixture of sapphires and diamonds.
I had always resented that she had inherited it. Overwhelmed by a sense of righteous
injustice, I slipped it into my pocket.
As I bent over to kiss
her goodbye, she grabbed my arm, pulled me close, and with her last breath
whispered, “Put it back bitch.”
About the Author
Alison Peden, mother of three, grandmother of one, writing
from her wheelchair in Manchester.
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