After she had gone from the party, but
Before she had arrived home, something
Curious had happened on the way. Something
Decidedly out of the ordinary, where
Everything about it seemed wrong. She
Found it lying in the road, just
Glinting in the moonlight. Odd
How she would happen upon it, seeing
It before anyone else. It
Just sat there on the gutter, sort of,
Kind of hidden under some leaves. It
Laid as if it had always been there, a silver
Metal bracelet with a charm. There was
No one around on this lonely street. No
Other here to claim it. She
Picked it up and examined the charm. Very
Quietly she read from the charm: Natalie. She
Remembered a Natalie from not too long ago. A
Sarden County student on her way home. She was
Taken, stolen right off the street by a hooded man. The
Unsuspecting little teen never saw it coming, a
Victim of a cruel twist of fate. There
Was a search for Natalie, her
Xeroxed picture plastered everywhere, but has
Yielded no sightings to this day. Reaching the
Zenith of her memories, the woman set down the bracelet
once again and continued on her way home.
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