The Key
by Corbin
The necklace has been a twice-given gift. First to him, then back to her. In the beginning it was just the key to the store, a birthday present from a trickster, to let him know he was still welcome. When the key became useless, due to changed locks, he had it painted in dark blue lacquer and silver stars and returned it to her for her birthday on a chain. He'd thought it was classy, a cunning idea. Now he wears it around his neck, close to his heart, while her body is prepared to be placed in the ground.