The necklace. Magpie Tales#40

‘Hi Mum, have you seen what Aunt Elsie has given me? She said she bought it in India when she was there thirty years ago, do you think it might be valuable? Louise smiled as she unwrapped the necklace from the yellowing tissue. ‘I always liked it and at last she has said I could have it, when I asked before, she said no, she said it is hundreds of years old ’


‘Let me see, Oh it’s horrid, is it one of those Indian Gods? The pearls look almost purple and that square pendant looks as though it might be gold. Quite unusual but I think really ugly,’ said Louise’s Mum.’ It’s not like my sister Elsie to give something of value away, I should imagine it’s just some gold coloured metal.

‘Well I love it,’ said Louise. ‘I am going to my room to try it on with some tops to see which ones suit it.’ In her room Louise paraded in front of the mirror admiring the necklace around her neck.

At her own home Elsie thought about her niece, such a pain that girl always asking for things, she nagged and nagged for that necklace, hope she likes it. It will teach my prissy sister and her precious daughter a lesson. Why couldn’t I have had a child, I would have loved her or him but I guess it wasn’t to be, and instead I have travelled all over the world collecting all manner of peculiar things, that necklace was supposed to be cursed.

Louise’s Mum busy in the kitchen with the radio on full blast, didn’t hear the weak banging coming from Louise’s bedroom. Louise lay on the floor, the pearls tight round her neck and the monkey god on the pendant swished its monkey tail. As Louise struggled for her last breath, the pearls changed colour and the monkey with his rat face smiling turned his face again to the east and to the rising sun. He would live again for another hundred years.

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