The locket

That night I pulled out the locket.  I opened it up and looked at the picture.  We’d studied Greek myths in school that year.  In our book, the goddess of crops and the earth had a sad mouth and flowers around her, just like the girl in the locket.  I scraped off the rust with our dish scrubber and shined up that locket as bright as I could get it.  Then I opened it up, just a crack.  Then I whispered, “Save our lettuce,” to the girl. 

Paul Fleischman, Seedfolks

 

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