Sandy Wilson
Sake
The Antiques Roadshow expert passed the necklace of rough stones through
his manicured fingers and held it for a moment in the sunlight for the
television cameras to pick out the subdued orange and yellow hues.
"Many viewers will be familiar with polished amber jewellery, but what we
have here appears to be an example of unpolished Lithuanian amber
jewellery......but I'm not sure......perhaps you could tell the viewers the
story of how the necklace was found......"
As his son related the little of what he knew the old man, hunched in the
wheelchair stared up at the necklace; remembering.
He remembered leaving the cell and climbing the stairs to stand in the
middle of the road stunned at the Armageddon destruction. He had shuffled along
the road through a haze of smoke and dust, a bewildered ghost, one among
many.
Some time later, desperate for water he had entered a building that had
escaped destruction; the sound of glass crunching under his feet as he stepped
through the wreckage sharp in his memory.
On the floor of the house he found a horrifically burned body, the right
hand a grotesque claw appeared to have been holding something. The arrangement
of the stones on the floor suggested a necklace, the connecting string having
burned away. Nearby, in the charred remains of what had may have been a chest of
drawers there was a metal box; not unlike a biscuit tin his mother would have at
home. Opening it he found photographs: formal family groups, individuals posing,
children. One caught his attention; a young girl, standing against a wall - it
could have been of the house he was standing in - looking into the camera,
smiling in the sunlight. Smiling at him.
He had gathered up the strange almost weightless pieces of stone and placed
them in the tin box and left the sad house of death. Later at home he felt
compelled to restring the necklace. He then placed it in the box and closed the
lid and tried to forget.
"....and my father left the house, and soon after the relief forces found
him. He was one of the few British prisoners of war to survive the atomic
bombing of Nagasaki..."
"What an amazing story. And this is the actual box?"
"Yes, it is."
The presenter put the necklace to one side and spread the photographs on
the blue felt table cover to allow the television camera to show the viewers the
happy family scenes. In one, a young girl standing against a wall smiled at them
as her fingers played with a piece of jewellery around her neck. The smooth
polished amber stones of the necklace glinted in the sun.
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About the author
Sandy writes fiction, memoirs and some poetry. His work has been published
in the anthologies ‘The Pulse of Everything’ and ‘The Darkening Season’ and the
international poetry anthology ‘Indra’s Net’. He is a member of Otley Writers
and blogs as www.sandyscribbler.com
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