The Cherished Secret …

The Shadows of Twilight


She clutched the object tightly, fiercely. It was hers. Her secret. It belonged to no one but her. She would not share. Not this. Most especially not this!

Her breathing was ragged. she’d been running through the woods for quite a while. She’d stopped to catch her breath.Β Was she far enough away? Would anyone notice she was gone? Could she look at what she held in her hands now?

She pulled it against her chest. So very precious, It just took her breath away to think on it. No not yet, noone must know what she possessed. She’d guard her secret to the death if need be.

She hadn’t realized what life could be until she held it in her hands and witnessed it, until she felt the warmth travel through her body, filling her emptiness up inside. She was still amazed at the tingling sensation in her body she felt from the thrill of it all.

Her, a nobody really in the whole scheme of things, her life so empty, with such uneventful sameness, day in and day out, but now … this. Hers to cherish, hers to relish. Only hers!


The box carrying her treasure was small in size. Made from ordinary wood, nothing special in that, but inside, oh ‘sweet heavens above’, what lay inside. She sat down on a mossy covered rock, surrounded by other rocks of green. She laid the box on her lap.

Starring at the small closed container, she waited for night to descend. She needed to embrace being alone. She would share this moment with none other than the shadows of twilight surrounding and closing in on her.


It was almost dark, just barely enough to see, she needed to open the box and look inside, remove what it held. So very amazingly wonderfully important, and hers!

She unclasped the latch and slowing lifted the lid. She looked inside. There it Β was laying on the bottom. Such a small thing. Who could know, who could have ever imagined? With trembling fingers she lifted it out of the box. Holding it tenderly in her hands she stared at it once again in disbelief.


The piece of paper she held in her hands had but three words on it, words she had coveted her entire life … YOU ARE LOVED!


Thanks for stopping by to visit, may your days ahead be filled with love!

~ Penny

38 thoughts on “The Cherished Secret …

  1. Oh I liked this, the accompanying photos really add to it. A lovely message, I kept wanting to skip to the end to find out what the message may be but I didn’t want miss a word. My three words today are: Love your post!

    • Thanks SteJ. I appreciate your 3 words. I recently had a conversation with someone about writing the content of a post. I think if it’s an article, interview, review, narrative or even a how to, one can and should break rules so it’s more like a conversation, relaxed and informal. But being a book reader, I find that even In a micro- short story, there is a need for “specificality” with format.

      The need to keep the character front and center and her reason for doing what she’s doing by directly and indirectly relating everything right back to the main character, locale, time of day the photos), her movements,her thoughts, her feelings, Everything needs to stay tightly focused and on point to the end so the person is compelled to keep reading (ideally anyway) all the way through to the end. I’m glad it read well for you! Again my thanks dear friend. πŸ™‚

  2. Hi Penny,
    Three little words that some find so hard to say and so many would like to hear.
    I wish I had said it more to my Mum, but I can’t now, so I make a point of telling the most important person in my life everyday those three little words ” I Love you”
    Hope you have a good weekend,
    love n hugs to you all

    • I’m guessing a million or more on any particular subject at any given time, goes with the territory of being well read and mellifluously mult-talented (I am of course being silly and laughing as I write this). I am glad you enjoyed my short story. πŸ™‚

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