ELIZABETH HoSAM
Stories (2/0)
IT IS OF NO REAL VALUE
IT IS OF NO REAL VALUE As the slightly hunched, aged Chinese man turned the corner, he glanced up at a sign on the opposite side to see if he was at, or near, his proposed destination; the glare of the bright sun made him squint as he made out "AYOUNG'S JEWELRY SHOP & REPAIRS", hanging in front of the building, just above the door. At this, he began to cross the street and stepped down onto the pavement, feeling a slight heat through his thin shoe soles. He slowly made his way across the street under the blazing tropic sun, and as he stepped up onto the pavement, he was directly in front of the now wide-open door with the metal accordion gate directly on this right. The coolness - no, the coldness - of the shop confronted him immediately and he jerked erect for a momentary second or two, then resumed his usual stance. The gentleman behind the counter turned and put his repairs on a work table, resumed his original position of facing the front door, and inquired, "May I help you?" "Yes, you certainly may. I have a ring here that needs grinding down. Are you able to do it? It is perhaps a size too large. It was my wife's, but she has passed away." At this, he stopped his conversation and his head lowered for a moment or two making him seem even older and sadder than when he originally entered the shop. But, after a sigh, and a raising of his head and gaze of his dark, moist eyes, he continued, ". . . and now my granddaughter is getting married in a few months' time, and I want to pass it on to her at that time - and ceremony. The ring goes on, but it is fairly loose and, therefore, I need your assistance."
By ELIZABETH HoSAM3 years ago in Humans
BEWARE OF THE RED HEART-SHAPED LOCKED
BEWARE OF THE HEART-SHAPED LOCKET “Beware of the red heart-shaped locket!” “Beware of the red heart-shaped locket!” Over and over again, my ears were hearing these words, but I could not comprehend from where they were coming. I kept on looking around – trying to “listen” with my eyes, as my ears seemed to be failing me – where were those words coming from? Maybe my eyes could find the source of these words, since my ears did not seem to be cooperating. I was totally befuddled – and, to be honest — somewhat scared. Scared because I did not seem to be able to stop from hearing them – over and over – over and over!
By ELIZABETH HoSAM3 years ago in Fiction