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100 words. Prompt: unboxing and finding something from the past
The flimsy carton literally fell apart in Bikky’s hands, with relics of Carol’s girlhood spilling to the floor as the ancient cardboard gave out: frilly-headed pens and pinwheels with aluminium folds and fronds, barrettes with empty sockets that rhinestones and other imitation gems had been dislodged from during games and fights, report cards, frayed friendship bracelets, snapshots and--
Wait. Why was there a bullet here?
“You don’t remember that one?” Carol said. “They dug that out of Ryo when you were 12.”
“What’s it doing in this pile?”
“The one from the next year is the one around my neck.”
The flimsy carton literally fell apart in Bikky’s hands, with relics of Carol’s girlhood spilling to the floor as the ancient cardboard gave out: frilly-headed pens and pinwheels with aluminium folds and fronds, barrettes with empty sockets that rhinestones and other imitation gems had been dislodged from during games and fights, report cards, frayed friendship bracelets, snapshots and--
Wait. Why was there a bullet here?
“You don’t remember that one?” Carol said. “They dug that out of Ryo when you were 12.”
“What’s it doing in this pile?”
“The one from the next year is the one around my neck.”
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