Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II

On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today, write about finding something.


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Discovering I was expecting our first child, on the advice of the Doctor I handed in my notice at work. The usual office farewell gathering followed, with drinks, party favourites, laughter and the normal we will miss you and don’t forget to bring the little one back to meet us, etc. etc. Lifting the lid from the tiny boxed gift presented by my fellow co-workers, diffraction caused from sunlight streaming through the office window had brilliant red, green and purple shards of colour springing from an exquisite pair of opal earrings. Other than a diamond engagement ring, these were the only real jewellery containing a precious stone I owned, I was overwhelmed and delighter albeit embarrassed on receiving such a gift.

Those earrings became the pride and joy of my jewellery box, being worn at every social event we attended, until the day I discovered one was missing. The frantic search that ensued unearthed many forgotten or supposedly lost items, but not my missing treasure.

Over time although never forgotten, as every time I went to my put on my engagement ring I was greeted by the sight of the one remaining opal, life has a way of lessening the urgency of what appears at the time to be an insurmountable disappointment.

It had been a few weeks since our last visit to my in-laws and we were all enjoying the occasion, sitting at the table chatting over lunch, our daughter enchanting her Nana and Par as always. On returning to our car to retrieve a forgotten item,  picking up what I perceive to be a push–tack laying on the floor in the back of the vehicle, it was on closer inspection that realisation had tears streaming down my cheeks, and squealing at the top of my voice, Oh My goodness! I don’t believe it, how did it get here? it’s been over three years, rushing inside to show hubby, my missing opal earring.

The mystery of how it came to be on the floor of the car was never solved, but rest assured they are still, forty years later the pride and joy of my jewellery box.


4 comments on “Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II

  1. My dear friend Muzzy– I see you have not & will never lose your flare for writing– I loved this , as I have every one you have sent me, your books are very special to me – Good to see you at it again- Love Bev XXXXXX


    • G’day Bev my friend,
      Your support and encouragement over the years is very warming and appreciated, thank you so very much.
      This story is one of the special moments in my life, It will always be a mystery as to how that earring
      turned up out in the open like that after so many years. There are some things I don’t question I just
      accept, this is one of them lol.
      Hugs to you and kiss on the left dimple for you know who xxxxx


  2. It was so good to see you were still writing & enjoying it my dear friend. Keep up the good work
    Take care & stay well
    Love Bev XXXX


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