dasdaw (reposeanon) wrote in repose, @ 2016-12-22 21:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | cat dubrovna, ~plot: secret santa |
[delivery to cat c]
[The ring comes in a battered old box. There is a small, bulky piece of paper folded inside the box. A man's hand has printed:]
This ring started out as something different. Now it's a ring, old, tarnished, and complicated. It belonged to my sister. [Underneath a short space, so clearly not printed from memory:]
Death starts like a dream,
full of objects and my sister's laughter.
I didn't forget the hedonism. Merry Christmas.
[When the paper is opened, a small package rolls out of it, another scrap of paper taped around a round, hard object, like a chunk of silvery ice - a large, high carat, exquisite uncut diamond.]