| *We all know that back in the time, they did not speak English, but for fear of messing up in translating, I�m just going to write it in English, except the names* �You guys, look at this necklace, it�s wonderful, right?� �That was your grandmother�s?� �I suppose Nick.� I fingered the necklace feeling the weight and watching the gems sparkle in the sunlight. �You could make quite a bit of money on that girl.� I glanced up at Brian. �I�m not going to sell it.� �You�re going to keep it?� Howie asked. �Of course. She gave this to me.� I sighed, enchanted with this piece of work. I flipped it over, gazing at the gold used on it. On the back of the biggest gem, I saw a picture. My fingers moved over it, feeling more than just one picture. I closed my eyes, feeling a strong emotion in me. And just as quickly I opened them again, feeling nothing now. �Odd.� �What is baby?� �This necklace. It has pictures on the back of the ruby. Look.� I handed the piece to Howie and he examined it. �How old is this?� �I don�t know. I never saw my grandmother wear it.� �I haven�t seen pictures like this in a while.� �Those are ancient Egyptian writings,� Kevin said, looking at it over Howie�s shoulder. �No way,� Brian said. �I�m almost certain. But don�t take my word.� �Let me see,� I said. Howie handed me the necklace. I walked over to the sunlight and looked at it. �I�m getting it appraised tomorrow.� �I�ll go with you honey.� �Thanks D. Come on you guys, my stomach is growling.� The guys laughed and headed out. I locked the necklace away and glanced around the attic. �I miss you grandma.� I smiled and walked over to the door. I glanced behind me as I heard a click. I saw the jewelry box open and I frowned. �I could have sworn I locked it.� I locked it again and walked back to the door. I froze as another click sounded through the attic. I slowly turned around and saw the box open again. I walked over to it and picked it up. I froze, feeling a presence in the room. �Baby?� I screamed and quickly turned around. �Don�t do that.� He just smiled at me. �I�m sorry. Are you coming?� �Of course.� I put the box in my purse and walked out of the attic. I sat down at the table and I felt Howie place his hand on my thigh. I smiled at him and glanced at Kevin. �What made you think it was the old writing?� �I saw a special on the Discovery Channel last week about the tombs and the writing. Those pictures just reminded me of them. And they looked exactly the same.� �Hmm, that�s odd.� �Did your grandma ever visit Egypt?� Howie asked. �No, the furthest she went is Mexico. In fact, as far back as I know, nobody went over there. There�s no reason too. Plus, going was just to expensive.� �With that necklace, I don�t think anyone cared about money,� Nick said. I glanced at him and frowned. �You�re right. How did we come about with that, I�m not sure.� �It�s been in the family?� Brian asked. �Yeah. Everything she gave me was in the family. Heirlooms, all of them. I just can�t believe that would be. Again, we had no reason to go to Egypt.� �Maybe it was won, like in a game,� Kevin suggested. �Something that big, heavy and beautiful? If they lost it, then they owed my family quite a bit.� �Whose to say, huh?� Nick said. �Very true.� �Unless you start experiencing dreams about your past life, like in the Mummy Returns,� Brian said, joking. I smiled and shook my head. �That�s not possible, right?� The guys just looked at me and we all busted out laughing. I opened the box and pulled the necklace out. I walked over to my mirror and held it up to my neck. I watched it sparkle, holding the light. Without thinking, I placed the necklace around my neck and fell in love with it. Against the brown skin, the Rubies, the Sapphires and the Emeralds stood out. Even the gold sparkled. I sighed, not believing it was mine. �Stop, take it off, it�s not yours.� I turned around, knowing I heard a voice. �Who�s there?� I called out. My eyes roamed all over my room. �Who the hell is there?� After a while, I gave up, thinking my mind was playing tricks on me. I stared back in the mirror, fingering the necklace, finally feeling the weight. �Just take it off. It doesn�t look right on you. He doesn�t love you.� Once again, I looked around my room. �Who doesn�t love me? Howie? He does too.� �Theresa?� I turned to my door and saw Howie standing there. �What?� �Who are you talking to?� �No one I guess. I swear Howie, I heard voices.� �Theresa, has something gotten into you?� �No, why do you say that?� �Just wondering. Are you going to bed?� �Yeah.� �By the way, that necklace looks wonderful on you. It radiates your beauty even more.� I turned to him and kissed him. �Thank you.� He lifted my hair up and unsnapped my necklace. I slid it off and put it back in the box. I locked it and changed into my clothes. I climbed into bed and felt Howie�s arms wrap around my stomach. He pulled me close against him and I smiled to myself. ~*~*~* I stared at the endless sand and sighed. The soft breeze went through my hair, tossing it up around my face. I wrote down on the tablet the problem that was biggest to the Pharaoh right now, his Queen. �What are you doing?� I glanced at the High Priest and down at the tablet. �Doing something for the Pharaoh.� |
| Sands Of Time By: Resa Dorough (thanks to Terri for the title) |
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