On a white pillow made
from the finest silk lay the blood red stone of the House of Celine Demure.
Examining the ruby
through its plexi-glass containment I watched as its many facets reflected the
florescent lighting that shined from above. The cut was exquisite and the clarity was
among the brightest I had ever seen. The
gem was a picture of perfection and I ached to possess it.
I pressed my nose
against the glass searching for hidden security measures but it wasn’t long
before my interest started attracting the wrong kind of attention. A security
guard walked over. I smiled.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” I
said in an attempt at making polite conversation.
He sniffed and replied “Yeah,
it’s a pretty trinket. But I wouldn’t want any part of it. The thing disposes of anyone who wears it.”
Trinket! I thought to myself,
I was so agitated at his lack of appreciation for such a unique piece of art that
it took a moment for the other things he said to sink in.
“Disposed of?” I said
aloud, though I was speaking more to myself, than to the ignorant fool standing
next to me.
He shrugged, “That’s
right Miss. A series of mysterious accidents, the ladies get their tickets
punched long before the train is due.”
Overlooking his uncouth
idiom, I steadied myself before asking my final question “How long did they
live?”
At this the guard
smiled, exposing a small dimple and a row of gleaming white teeth. “Less than a day dear, if I were you I wouldn’t
try it.”
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