I am alone
One stares at the heart shaped locket. She marvels at the cool metallic feeling on her hand. With a click, she presses a button and opens the locket. Inside was a picture of an older woman, probably in her late 40’s. A caramel shine to her skin, a smile line around cocoa colored lips, and a bushel of long curly ebony hair. A stray wisp of hair dangles above almond chocolate eyes staring back at One.
