Twelve Beads
by Zuffy

He often made mysterious remarks which she would file away until the meaning became clear. "It came in the mail, no return address," she said.

"You opened an unmarked box?"

"I thought it was from you." A gift to mark The Night. Was that too much to infer from a small, haphazardly wrapped box?

"Well, at least it wasn't a bomb or anthrax or worse." He shook it gently. The beads clicked against each other. "You know what it is, don't you?"




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