It was staring at him. He knew it.
The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end. Lewis continued his polishing of the glass case, trying not to look at the reflection over his shoulder.
“Shut up! They’ve all gone home. There’s no-one here to look at you.”
Still the jewel stared at him.
Lewis closed his eyes but it didn’t help. The Jewel reached into his memory: its perfect, cut blackness shining under the cold museum lights.
“Okay!” Lewis swang around, his hand reaching for the Onyx stone and brushing it lovingly with the cloth.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Julian Böck via Unsplash.
Today’s story title was suggested by Sarah Doughty, writer and poet of beautiful words over at Hamstring Eulogies. Thank you for the word, Sarah. I hope you enjoy the story 🙂
I’m eager to write more stories based on new words – suggest your one word titles by popping them in the comments section or tweeting them to me @ using the hashtag #onewordonestory.
Don’t make this the only story you read. Click any of the stories to the left of visit the “Pre Loved Words” page above. You never know what you might find to enjoy.
See you tomorrow for “Hyperbole”.