It was summer and the air was thick with bees and the promise of adventure. The attic was stacked with all sorts of forgotten things, clocks that no longer ticked, dolls with eyes that almost blinked, towers of cardboard boxes slowly sagging in on themselves. And a weathered old steamer trunk that sat hunkered down in the shadows like a heavy promise. The old leather casing cracked and peeling with age. When I opened it, brown flakes seasoned the floor.
    Inside, beneath a brittle, yellowed wedding veil and a photograph of a man whose face had been scratched out, I found a velvet box the colour of midnight storms. When I touched the lid the box purred. I gasped and dropped it. Frowning, I reached out to stroke it again. Again it purred. I smiled. 
    I lifted the lid and saw, surrounded by tiny purple flowers, two faces, their expressions caught between a sigh and a secret. Each had golden horns and skin as blue as deepening dusk. Their lips were like polished obsidian, and their eyes were far too real. I should have screamed, but I didn’t. Instead I felt recognised.
 
This is the second edition of an original pair. She will come with a Certificate of Authenticity. 
 
Individually handmade clay flowers.
6" round black gothic wood frame. 
Frame has a black metal chain for hanging.
Materials: Resin, wood, clay, acrylics
 
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