Broken? (a short Easter story)

Pierce pointed at Jenny’s broken locket.  “Why do you wear that stupid old broken thing?” he asked.  “It’s Easter.  Shouldn’t you wear a cross, or do you not believe?”

Jenny shook her head.  She lifted up the locket, its hinge mostly broken, never to close again, its contents lost to the world.  “I wear this because I believe.”

“What?  You don’t make any sense.”

Jenny pointed at Pierce’s cross.  “That is a symbol of sacrifice and death.”

“Uh, yeah?  That’s the whole idea.”  Pierce’s eyes rolled up into his head so hard it almost sounded like a slot machine spinning..  Once they returned to normal he continued.  “God sent his son as the final sacrifice.  I thought you said you believed.”

“I do.  This represents the empty tomb.  That means death is conquered.  I am saved as long as I believe in this.  That’s why my locket is empty and can’t be closed back up.”

Pierce stumbled a bit mentally as he processed what just happened.  “So what you’re saying is?”

“Without this,” she lifted her broken locket, “that,” she pointed at the cross, “is just a gory end to a magnificent man.”

“Where can I get one of those?” Pierce asked.

Jenny folded her arms in front of her.  “I thought you said it was stupid.”

“Once I was blind, but now I see?”

She shoved his shoulder.  “That was bad.”

Peirce laughed.  “Happy Easter?”

Jenny joined in is laughter.  “Happy Easter.”

 

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