When the Lost is Found

20150130_155713As she took a final look, she concluded the earring was nowhere in her luggage. She sighed, looking out the window at the first snowfall of December. It had been her favorite pair. She’d worn those earrings everywhere, often forgetting to take them out at night.

Her eyes stung suddenly, though not from the harsh glare. It was silly. Why was she so upset over something so small?

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