David ran his fingers on the keys of his Grandmother’s old typewriter.
It was a unique piece. He had found it discarded in an old trunk in the attic.
This machine had created dreams, the many books that she had written.
People still loved them.
People still loved them.
He scrubbed the rust on it and his fingers pushed open a secret compartment in the bottom.
Out fell a velvet bag containing a beautiful diamond necklace, one that had gone missing during World War II.
Perhaps, she had hidden it there in a hurry when the Germans attacked and had forgotten all about it.
Very nice take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jyotirmoy Sarkar!
DeleteI totally love your take xo
ReplyDeleteThank you :) Glad that you liked it.
DeleteI think I love your attempt the most so far from all the ones that I have read.
ReplyDeletewow Preethi, beautiful one. How I wish my laptop had a secret chamber too!
ReplyDeleteNice take on the prompt. Quite interesting and unexpected ending :)
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