Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #18 September 2015 | Page 81

wood. There were tiny pieces of delicate filigree highlighting prominent features, a stick, an apple, a stag’s
horns. It was more beautiful than anything she had
ever held before.The soft aroma of vanilla and cinnamon rose from the box, reminding Jayne of forgotten
birthdays and long ago Christmases. She lifted the lid
and gasped, there in the centre of the box on a slender
gold chain, was a single beautiful pearl. It seemed to
shine with a bright, opalescent light all of its own, the
pearly sheen moving and swirling within the tiny orb.
Jayne looked over at the not-so-old man.

journey to the outside. Joe went over to Pete. They put
their heads together, Joe talking animatedly, and then
Pete went to fetch the booty bags, handing one each to
Kane and Dave.
“Right. Adventure’s over. Hand in them boxes,” said Joe, nodding to Pete to start collecting. “Usual cut everybody, me and Pete will go and see Stan in
the morning and meet you lot in the cafe at two, ok?”

“Is it mine?” she asked.