Bedtime Story: The Enchanted Bookshop – Night 21
Once Upon a Time…
Sven brought the letter to the register and ripped it open. He was extracting the contents when the door to his shop opened and a woman herded two middle-school-aged boys into the shop. He clamped down on his growing impatience as he helped the boys select books from the school’s reading list.
He’d just handed the woman her receipt when another patron entered the shop. He knew he should be grateful for the business, but he was itching to get back to the letter from Sweden. He was finally able to turn the “Open” sign to “Closed” twenty minutes past his usual quitting time and hurry back to the drawer where he’d hastily stashed the letter.
He withdrew an unadorned piece of linen stationary and read the note in the neat, feminine hand.
Thank you for your kind letter. The photo of the locket that you sent looks like a locket that my maternal grandmother received on her twenty-first birthday from her mother. We have a portrait of her wearing the locket. She was a blond and looks very much like the woman in the locket. We know that she was in love with an American soldier. Sadly, she was killed in an air raid at the end of the war.
It meant a lot to my mother and me to know that your grandfather kept these keepsakes all of these years. He must have loved her very much. Our condolences on your recent loss.
Copyright 2014 by Barbara Hinske