in which I Detangle

By Anniforscia
I can't tell you how many hours I've spent with this necklace draped across my hands, each of my fingers holding a length of it apart from its fellows, my fingernails digging deep into a knot of its tiny, filament-thin links.

I haven't even had the necklace for very long. It came into my possession last summer, when I walked into my mother's bedroom only to find her sorting through a shoebox of sparkling metal and colorful plastic, jewelry collected throughout her life that had somehow fallen into obsolescence along the way.


....tbc
 

2 comments so far.

  1. Anonymous January 20, 2009 at 8:24 PM
    obsolescence... that's a fifty dollar blog entry.
  2. Monocle Barbie February 13, 2009 at 6:16 PM
    very good entry

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