All that Glitters

Nearly empty now, her mother’s storage unit only held two cardboard boxes and an old leather suitcase. But memories of her mother lingered, hanging in the air, almost visible.

“Not much to show for the life of a seamstress,” Julie sighs.

The boxes, like many of the others are full of cloth, odds-and-ends, bits-and-pieces, multi-colors, the smell of mothballs and little else. Finally, Julie opens the suitcase, finding a costume jewelry-layered dress.

Julie lifts the dress, allowing it to glitter in the light. She then recalls the wadded up newspaper used for packing — and the headline: ‘Diamonds Stolen, Police Baffled.’


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