Iris drew the key from her bodice where it had ridden from France. She ran her fingers over the initials engraved on its tarnished surface, JLB. They meant nothing to her. She knew only that the box before her bore the secret to her identity…of the life that she’d been removed from as an infant.
2 comments:
Can't wait until next Friday
ohmygod
i don't know which is worse, writing the story in only 55 words or having to wait a week.
unless of course...you've already written it!
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