The Beginning of the End

I have worn this bracelet since my trip to Martha's Vineyard with my cousins in June.  It was a present from their beloved (everyone's beloved) Connie.  I found it on my pillow one day during the trip, waiting for me as a little surprise.  The beads have long since faded from pink to white, but no matter.  I have treasured it because it constantly reminded me of my trip.  Yesterday, to my HORROR, I found one of the shells askew and two of the little strings frayed.  It won't be long now.  The poor thing is on its last leg... er, string.  Rest in piece... er, peace.  I'll try not to come unraveled when you go...  God, I need sleep.  I'm delirious... this is what constant end-of-quarter editing of adolescent writing will do to a person.  Be afraid... be very afrayed...