Heirloom

As the days continue their unstoppable march towards the future, I take time to revel in the past. While I don’t have any true heirlooms per se, I possess things furniture and tidbits that serve as an anchor to memories of my family that have passed away. Between the furniture that my grandfather made and maintained to the cane my grandmother used to the golden cross my mother wore, there are plenty of memories floating about my home.

Whenever I sit down and hold these items, the memories of my youth flood into me, lightening my burdens. Without those tangible items to reinforce my memories, the recollections will fade, and I’ll lose them forever.

With those thoughts firmly embedded into my thoughts, my fingers instantly created the outline for this brief tale when I pulled the random first line, “He had waited twenty years to return it…”. The heirloom I created for this narrative was a simple golden necklace. While I altered the initial words of my story, I kept their sentiment. Pairing this prompt with the Horror genre was an easy pairing for me, especially since I have a monster hunter ready for his history to be further fleshed out. As a result, I pair him with the gold medallion and sent him to visit the previous owner.

Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.

Heirloom

Solomon twirled the necklace around his fingers as he strolled through the headstones. When he reached the end of the line, the hunter laid the golden medallion on the final marker and kneeled in front of the stone. He gripped the slab and leaned forward, kissing its hard edge. “I think I’m ready to release my anger, Rebecca.”

A series of moans ripped through the evening and Solomon’s fingers released the headstone as he hopped from the ground. Instantly, he snatched the heirloom and inched away from the shambling horde bearing down on him. With a curse, Solomon whirled around, finding another mass of zombies approaching.

The stoic hunter slipped the medallion over his head. “Rebecca, there are easier ways to encourage me to continue waging this war.”

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