Saying, I look out of the small window to my right as I cup my cheek in my palm and watch the world pass me by while I do nothing but just sit here in my seat on this crowded plane. The woman next to me is Indian and she's offering to share her sticky rice with me because I look down, but I gently decline seeing as how I'm presently too sad to eat. With my refusal not bothering her in the least, she rummages through her red purse that's easily thrice the size of us combined until she withdraws her hand with a tightly clasped palm. She curiously holds her closed fist towards me, her eyes beckoning me to accept this latest offering. Curious and a wee bit annoyed, I hold my hand out under hers and allow her to drop something cold onto my awaiting palm. Pulling my hand back to myself, I examine the newfound contents of my hand.
In my hand is a silver necklace, a pendant shaped like a horse nearly dangling from the edge of my cupped hand.
When I look up to thank her, she's disappeared.
Thoroughly weirded out, I tuck the trinket into my back pocket and push it out of my mind as I resume my moping and staring out of the window.
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Luca
RomanceAva was the run of the mill small town girl with big city dreams. More specifically, her goal was to become an even better actress than her late grandmother. However, things aren't going her way in life so she decides to return to her hometown in Pe...
