He dusted off the debris and placed his cup on the table. “This place seemed larger when I was a kid.”
A dash on pink caught his eye as he took a sip. He bent down, brushed away the leaves and picked it with a smile.
As the ribbon unwrapped revealing the cheap locket it hid, his eyes misted over. “It was here all along!”
The photo prompt has been given by Fleur Lind at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the word prompt (Cup) has been given for the Six Sentence Stories hosted by Denise Farley.
Bernadette Braganza 
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