I carefully brought the box out and set it on her desk. Fortunately, it wasn't locked, so I opened it and carefully went through her personal items and clothes till I saw her pink locket.
Tears fell from my eyes like rain on a winter's day. I held the locket it in my hand and cried like a baby. As I wiped my face with my hankie, I had the sudden instinct to open the locket.
It snapped open and I saw nothing but a tiny picture of her pretty face. I had another instinct to remove the picture. I did, and was shocked when a memory card fell out.
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Frosted Glass || Short Story✔
Teen Fiction||6X FEATURED|| 'What really happened to Ciara Manning?' The simple townfolk of Greenwood, England, assume that the tragic death of Ciara Manning, Ciara Oladele's best friend, is an accident. A year later, a ghost from Ciara Oladele's past challenge...
