I wrote this for this week’s Friday Fictioneers led by Rochelle 100 words (or so) based on the photo prompt below. Come join us!
Sister Agnes handed me the locket. She explained it and a blanket, stamped with my name and the boarding school’s, were found in the garden house of one of the area’s summer homes.
“Mrs. Flannagan came early to open their house for Easter.” She folded her hands on her desk. “What were you thinking, Claire? People just don’t allow themselves the comfort of someone else’s home without being invited. Especially when they aren’t even there.”
“I’m so sorry, Sister.” I hesitated. “Did they find anything else?”
She handed me something wrapped in tissue paper. “It’s your bra, Claire.”
“Thank you, Sister.”
photo Copyright-Björn Rudberg