This short story is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt
The child stood on tiptoe to peer through the leaded panes, breathed on a diamond and drew a smiley face in the moisture. It was cold outside, and not much warmer inside. She shivered. The room was high and bare, like most of the castle rooms, but this was even barer than most and tiny, much higher than it was wide. There was nothing in it except a wooden chest pushed against a wall.
Perhaps because it was the only object in the room, perhaps because of some other attraction, the child approached and ran her fingers over the carved flowers and birds.
It’s a girl’s box, she thought, full of some girl’s things.
Pushing with both hands, she raised the lid. Cold air rushed out and around her, lifting the fine locks of hair about her face…
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