Past Perfect

Slight glimmer in the dirt catches his eye
Bending down, he lifts it.
A dusty, beaten up golden locket.
He clicks the mechanism.
Nothing.
Clicks again.
And memories rush out.


Author notes: WC 30 https://allpoetry.com/contest/2783598-Brevity-contest---Lost-pendant--

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