She used to be a pearl [drabble]

Dec 16, 2010 02:03

I wrote this for a decaydanceland challenge...We didn't have to go mad with it,so I wrote just a bit over 250 words,but I may develop and expand it one day...

I was an appreciated artisan: my passion and my life consisted of working noble metals and combine them with shining minerals and pearls.
One day a beautiful woman in an elegant long coat entered my shop, bag in hand, and walked to the counter, where I welcomed her smiling.
“Good morning, Madam, how can I help you?”
“Good morning, Master Stump,” she greeted, then extracted something from the bag. She opened a flat box as she spoke and showed me six of the finest pearls that I had ever seen.
“I just received these: they’re from my late husband, who died during the expedition to fetch these pearls after I expressed the wish to have a pearl necklace. I didn’t expect him to get raw pearls just for me, nor did I want him to, but his love for me was boundless. Not to make his sacrifice vain, I’d like you to make me a necklace out of these, to give them the right place,” she explained, chocking back tears, then left in a hurry.
I looked after her, but it was no use trying to call her back. When I took the box in my hands, I remembered reading on the newspaper of a few days ago about a man who lost his life in the Pacific Ocean, Peter Wentz, a charitable entrepreneur. Moved by the woman’s words, I worked hard on the late present from her husband.
It took all my self control not to cry along with Mrs Wentz, when she returned to get the customized necklace and hugged it to her chest, weeping silently the loss of her loving husband.

ashlee simpson, drabbles, patrick stump, pete wentz

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