The sky was overcast in dense gray clouds. A storm is on its way, she thought. It was not a good sign. They were already in neck deep trouble. Marge gulped down the last of her coffee, closed the window. She turned to face the small kitchen which she and Bob had themselves built, brick by brick. Their home. Her first real home. Her family. Now it was all going to go.
The Cursed Necklace by Sarah Muzaffar
