As soon as I placed the gold filigreed necklace around my neck, I felt it.
A whoosh of sweet air, a heaviness around my legs, a flutter to my heart.
“What is this?’ I asked the antique jeweler. “Where did this come from?”
I viewed myself in the old dappled mirror across from the jewelry display. At the center of my neck, where the delicate necklace lay, was an open golden ball of pearls and surrounding that, a circle of gold and tiny dropped pearls, two sets curved into half-moons..
“It’s a love poem,” the jeweler replied, tears glistening in his eyes.
I swayed from left to right. “A love poem?”
The old man nodded. “Yes, my great-grandfather gave this to my great-grandmother at their wedding ball. ‘You shall always be my sun, my moon, and the stars in my life,’ he said to her.”
My heart squeezed in distress, and I grasped the necklace clasp to take it off. My hands were sweaty, and perspiration dripped off my forehead as I handed the necklace back. “What happened to them? Did they live happily ever after?” I asked, though dreading the answer.
Knowing the answer.
“She died in his arms nine months later during childbirth.” The jeweler sighed. “She wore his necklace to the end.” The man held my hand and placed the necklace into my palm, closing my fingers into a fist.
That’s when my ears popped, a vacuum-like sound filled my ears, and I screamed in agony. But my love’s blue eyes pierced the pain with such intensity that as I gave in to the lightness, I simultaneously heard the squeal of a newborn.
When I reopened my eyes, I was on the floor of the dusty old store, and the jeweler slapped my cheeks with fear and hope in his face.
“Great Grandma?”
This is avery powerful piece of writing.
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Many thanks! 💚
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‘You shall always be my sun, my moon, and the stars in my life.’ Loved this, Pam!
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Romance-Victorian style. 🌹
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You have a true gift, Pamela, for wrapping up so much intense emotion in such a short piece of prose. You have told a story in such a short amount of space that will live on beyond any bounds that time or space can impose on us. As Bernadette has said before me, a very powerful and moving piece of writing. Thank you for sharing.
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I wrote this in a ‘flash,’ Dave, no pun intended! Thank you for the writing compliment -means a lot to me.
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Wow! I caught myself holding my breath as the jeweler placed the necklace in her hand, but I wasn’t expecting the ending. A wonderful piece of writing.
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Thank you, thank you. The fun thing was, I didn’t know how it was going to end either!
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Wow! This is awesome!
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Thank you! Fun to write-although a bit spooky. 😳
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F.a.n.t.a.s.t.i.c. story. Edge-of my-seat reading. Poor Grandma. Love the ending. 🙂 ❤ ❤
I'm beginning a love affair with old things I can dig up at flea markets and odd shops. This story makes me smile.
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What a compliment from you, Tess, a master of short stories. Yes, interesting how antique things have a wonderful mystique to them.
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This story, no joke, gave me goosebumps.
It is *summer* and you gave me goosebumps! What else is there to say?
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I got goosebumps that my story gave you goosebumps Mike; thanks for the wonderful compliment.
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Thanks for writing stuff that compels me to make such compliments.
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A very moving story! Wow!
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🙃 Thanks!
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I’m thinking of the two weddings I have this week , one here in Santa Cruz and my niece’sone in Germany. This gives me goosebumps Pam, you are a gifted writer.
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In each of those weddings, may we wish enduring love for the couples like the great-grandfather and great-grandmother share in this story. 💞
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Well told tale, Pam . . . every word encourages us to imagine.
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Then I have successfully completed my job in this story! Thank you!
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Wow…nice!
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XO
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So great talking to you this weekend-I’m excited about your writing retreat coming up! Good luck!
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This was amazing. Absolutely loved it. Well done!
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And many thanks to you for reading my little story!
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You’re welcome. I loved it!
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Whew! I thought you were going to give birth there!
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What’s fun about stories of fantasy is that you never know where it may lead you! 😉
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What a beautiful story. The ending caught me off guard. Well done!
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Many thanks! And I will admit as the writer of the story that I had no idea how it was going to end. It rather shocked me! 🙃
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Oooh, such a cool story, Pam. I love the time collapse and the shift. You leave a few question out there too, which is perfect…you leave the reader wanting more!
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Hugh compliment from you, a master of fantasy and time shift. I cannot tell you how often I have recommended your ‘the sorcerers garden’ – many times!
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Well, thank you! ❤ I think you have a little fantasy talent swirling around in your imagination too!
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Smokes! That was gripping.
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Thanks for a word every writer wants to hear – GRIPPING. 💚
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Drama at its best. The necklace is simply beautiful.
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Thank you- The necklace is my great-grandmother’s. xo
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Then the necklace is extra special. It’s a treasure for sure.
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An excellent piece of writing. Well done!!
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Thanks much, Darlene. XO
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My goodness, another masterpiece. You really do have the ability to tell stories in such a way that we’re spell-bound. Good job!
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Awww, you’re making me blush. Thank you!
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Loved this, Pam! Wanted to read on! 🙂
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Thanks- I think I better write on about this great grandmother!
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Please do! 🙂
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What a fantastic story, Pam – awesome work! xxx
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That means a lot coming from you Dianne-an amazing writer.
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I believe there is so much more where this came from. Great piece of writing.
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You’re right, George. There’s a lot more where this came from withIN. 😉
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Oh, Pam…I agree with George that I think (hope) there’s much more where this came from. I find it a very unusual and imaginative piece. I love how you presented this post. It’s very lovely both as a piece of writing as it is visually. 🙂
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I love your comments here, Carol. Yes I find that we writers can be creative in our blogs visually as well as within our stories. Thank you so much!
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A necklace which contains a story… A love poem,.. or even a necklace which is a love poem, to be more precise…
A very compelling reading… And I like the ending twist as the protagonist passes out….
Thnaks for sharing… happy weekend and all my best wishes. Aquileana 😀
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Many thanks for enjoying my story. XO
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Please let my heart go and let me breath …
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I love making my readers’ hearts beat harder. 😍
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Spine-tingling story and a brilliant ending. I loved this! 😀
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I must admit-I loved writing this story. Thank you so much for enjoying it!
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Okay, now that I’ve swallowed the lump in my throat and got my breath back…..what comes next?
This is the beginning of a story….what is yet to come?
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I’m a little worried to find out what comes after the end of this story. 😳
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Great story Pam, my emotions were all over the place – the dread of the story to come, the joy at the love it held and the surprise at the end 🙂
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The necklace definitely inspired me to write this story. Thank you!
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Yipes! What a story!
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And perhaps… a true story…!
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Really great!
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Thank you!!
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Love that time and space cannot destroy. Beautiful! Old things, from having been touched and cherished, become warmer, more than what they were when they were new and untouched.
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That is what I believe also. When we touch old things, we can feel the love and, as you say, warmth from the past.
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Great writing and brilliant ending. I’m still wondering about the ending, though…
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Time is NOT linear. Thus, the ending is a paradox! 😏
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I have one word for you – CLEVER!
Anyone who writes paradoxes is really smart in my eyes. So cheers! 😀
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Oh, my, I was looking at pearl necklaces this week. It was an old one on Etsy. I love, love your story, Pam.
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Don’t you wonder about the history of who wore those pearl necklaces you saw? Ahh, what those necklaces could tell you!
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Same here…many goosebumps! I love the idea of vintage anything having a story. So interesting to think about the life of someone else who wore or owned a piece that we discover years later.
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Agreed – I think as I get more ‘vintage’ over time, I appreciate the specialness of clothes/jewelry/furniture etc that has been around for a long time and has an unknown story behind it – as we all do..!! 🙂
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Brilliant Pam. love it.
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Thank you so much for retweeting my story, Roy! Glad you enjoyed it.
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Incredible post . Very fascinating. Beautiful piece of jewellery. Thank u for this great work . Would u like to visit my blog & see if you can find something of your choice to read & share ? Feel free to drop in your comments . I will be glad for suggestions , if any ! To improve & enhance my voice through my writing ? Thank you
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Good story!
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Thank you for reading it!
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You’re welcome…I enjoyed. 🙂
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Wow Pam – that took my breath away! So beautiful, so tangible, to powerful, so intense for such a short piece. You rock!!! I’m deeply curious as to where the inspiration came from… Love and hugs of awe-filled admiration, Harula xxx
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I’m rather curious also as where the inspiration came from. I suppose from my great grandmother’s necklace. I gave my writing students the prompt to ‘write about a necklace’ and I immediately thought of my great grandmother’s. The story kind of wrote itself after the first sentence. Isn’t that freaky, funky and fun? :-0
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That is super cool – writing truly can be magical (and indeed a bit freaky!), especially those moments when it feels like we’re hardly involved in it at all! It is incredible how something so simple can trigger the muse. You’ve reminded me how much it fueled my own creativity to share and develop prompts with/for others. I need to gather a group around me again! Now, a necklace…
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As many others have said a wonderfully intense piece of writing. Such a powerful love.
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My romantic heart believes that there are many relationships with this kind of powerful love, Sue. Including yours with your guy. ❤
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That gave me a throat lump. Yes we are very, very lucky to have each other. 🙂
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xo
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So well written with a story to pierce any reader’s heart. Tears upon my cheeks. Bravo!
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Why, thank you! And thanks for the RT – I love sharing my stories. xo
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Truly beautiful words, grabbing me from the very first, and not letting me go until the last. Lovely. ❤️
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This had me right there, in the moment, Pam. I felt the shop keeper’s emotional connection, filling me with wonder. Simply loved this timeless story with love’s mystery being its centerpiece. ❤
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… ‘love’s mystery’ is the centerpiece of so much in life, isn’t it? Thanks for reading and commenting! xo
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In my family history I’ve come across many women who died in childbirth, including my 2nd-great-grandmother. Your story is so powerful and helped me connect with the emotions that must have been felt by her survivors following her untimely death at age 25. My grandmother named my mother after her…
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I think women of this generation take for granted an ‘easy’ safe childbirth. It was not so just two generations ago. My great grandmother actually had 14 (!) children, though several died of diseases when young. This is her necklace. But when I wrote this story, the thoughts of those who did not make it through childbirth flowed through my pen. Thanks so much for your comments, Barbara.
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I believe that memories are stored and passed though DNA! We travel in a remarkable world…
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I believe you’re right! My doctor told me last week that if he knew nothing about me and took some of my blood, he’d be able to not only tell me I’d had two children, but their sex also. DNA is a magical mysterious source of the all-knowing.
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