Contributor: Samantha Memi - - I was walking along the street on my way to see a friend when I noticed something sparkling in the grass of the verge. I picked it up to take a closer look. A bracelet, which seemed to be gold, a pattern of entwining hands, encrusted with turquoise and what I thought might be rubies. Good, I thought, I’ll sell this. Just as I’d decided to be my usual dishonest self, a woman ran down the road towards me. She looked around frantically then turned to me, desperation in her face, and asked, “Have you seen a bracelet?” I gripped the bracelet tight in my fist, determined not to give it back. I tried to say ‘no’, but the word stuck in my throat. I felt the bracelet burn in my hand, and she glanced at my fist and back to my face. Her eyes narrowed. The bracelet wanted honesty. “Yes,” and against my natural instinct...

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Author: Samantha Memi