Anna Harvey

Disappear

I found it in the dirt long after I was meant to be dead. Walking to the stream along the same path as always, my foot hit the locket. It hadn’t been there the day before. I would have noticed such an ugly thing. Heart-shaped and bright red, it had no place in the browns of the well-worn path or the deep greens of the underbrush. I picked it up, considering it for a moment in wonder before slipping it into my pocket. The rest of the walk, I was on high alert, my eyes open for any other irregularities. Somebody—or maybe something—had dropped this locket.