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The Diamond’s Echo
#WritcoStoryPrompt5
The diamond necklace on the mannequin looked familiar. She placed her palm on the window that separated them and leaned in closer.....
The diamond necklace on the mannequin looked familiar. She placed her palm on the window that separated them and leaned in closer. The soft glow of the jewelry store’s lights shimmered over the perfectly cut diamonds, casting tiny rainbows across the glass. For a moment, the world outside disappeared—no honking cars, no chatter of pedestrians, only the steady hum of memory surfacing like a wave.
Sanya’s breath hitched as she took in every detail of the necklace—the delicate platinum chain, the way the diamonds nestled together in an intricate pattern resembling entwined vines. It wasn’t just any necklace. It was **her** mother’s necklace.
But that was impossible.
She had last seen it years ago, resting on her mother’s dresser, a possession too precious to be worn often. Then one day, it was gone. Disappeared along with so many other things after the accident that took her mother’s life. Their house had been sold, their belongings scattered. She had been too young, too broken to chase after what was lost.
Yet, here it was.
A cold determination settled in her bones as she stepped into the store. The bell above the door chimed softly, announcing her presence.
“Good evening, miss. How can I help you?” The jeweler, a man with a neatly pressed suit and sharp eyes, approached her with a polite smile.
“That necklace,” Sanya said, pointing toward the mannequin. “Where did you get it?”
The jeweler followed her gaze. “Ah, an exquisite piece, isn’t it? A recent addition to our collection.”
“Who sold it to you?” she asked, her voice steadier than she felt.
“I’m afraid we don’t disclose seller information,” he replied, his polite smile unwavering.
Sanya exhaled sharply,...
The diamond necklace on the mannequin looked familiar. She placed her palm on the window that separated them and leaned in closer.....
The diamond necklace on the mannequin looked familiar. She placed her palm on the window that separated them and leaned in closer. The soft glow of the jewelry store’s lights shimmered over the perfectly cut diamonds, casting tiny rainbows across the glass. For a moment, the world outside disappeared—no honking cars, no chatter of pedestrians, only the steady hum of memory surfacing like a wave.
Sanya’s breath hitched as she took in every detail of the necklace—the delicate platinum chain, the way the diamonds nestled together in an intricate pattern resembling entwined vines. It wasn’t just any necklace. It was **her** mother’s necklace.
But that was impossible.
She had last seen it years ago, resting on her mother’s dresser, a possession too precious to be worn often. Then one day, it was gone. Disappeared along with so many other things after the accident that took her mother’s life. Their house had been sold, their belongings scattered. She had been too young, too broken to chase after what was lost.
Yet, here it was.
A cold determination settled in her bones as she stepped into the store. The bell above the door chimed softly, announcing her presence.
“Good evening, miss. How can I help you?” The jeweler, a man with a neatly pressed suit and sharp eyes, approached her with a polite smile.
“That necklace,” Sanya said, pointing toward the mannequin. “Where did you get it?”
The jeweler followed her gaze. “Ah, an exquisite piece, isn’t it? A recent addition to our collection.”
“Who sold it to you?” she asked, her voice steadier than she felt.
“I’m afraid we don’t disclose seller information,” he replied, his polite smile unwavering.
Sanya exhaled sharply,...
