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The Anklet
A strand of blue and orange beads had been at the bottom of one of her compartments in a jewelry box for the longest time. The longest time, is a bit of an understatement, maybe worn once or twice but since then, haven’t seen the light of day. This colorful strand was that of an ankle bracelet. For the new first time, a girl, gently pulled it out from the compartment and put it around her right ankle. At first, she put it on the longest length, which she had done the first few times, but then realized quickly that this was too big. So maybe on about the fourth or five length, the clasp fit tight firmly. Can ankles lose weight, the girl thought with curiousity? Um maybe, a little less curious. Her hazel eyes looked upon the string of colorful beads and didn’t think that differently about it. She just felt like wearing it. The girl then closed the lid of the jewelry box revealing pictures that had never been changed from the display ones. She could hear a family member’s voice asking once, why she never changes it admitting was too hard and didn’t want to make the pictures permanent, was the girl’s response. The girl moved into her bedroom, which didn’t feel like her room for quite sometime now. If she had to venture a guess probably over a year and a half when the personality left. Such as the yellow colored walls and a very expressive bulletin board. Even though her windows were always covered with blinds closed, she moved into the light anyways, wondering if the beads from the delicate thread would catch a glimpse. So it did not. Without giving it that much thought the girl, took a pair of purple flip flops from a beach bag, and walked down the stairs from her bedroom. It was kind of quiet with a few normal toned voices from her parents coming from a different part of upstairs. Taking her glance back from the front corner, she went through the kitchen and into the laundry room. Opened the back door and let the warmth from the sun feel her face. Closing the door behind, the girl proceeded off the porch and into the yard. The grass were like blades of emeralds. And could not feel them tickle her bare skin because the flip flops covered her feet. They weren’t the greatest pair but they looked cute sometimes and served its purpose by helping her walk on harder surfaces like at a pool or on the sandy beach dunes. She went through the yard normally until there was a sunny spot on top of a higher part of the area. It wasn’t necessarily a hill but it was elevated. The strand of blue and orange beads got glimpse of the sun that was radiating from the blue skies. It looked the way she wanted it to look. Sparkly and full of light.
The girl was happy with her ankle bracelet again and never took it off her calf. If she wore sneakers and socks she would simply tuck the chain beneath the white fabric of layers. She spent many summer days with it on and got lots of joy from wearing. That was the odd treasure about this piece of jewelry. That it wasn’t special or given to her by someone important. It was just for her. That sometimes even if the most ordinary of jewelry can be given a meaning.
