The Music BoxThe Music Box4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Music Box
It was Marie's sixteenth birthday and she was spending the afternoon before her ball with me in my wing of the palace. She had finally come of age and looked so lovely it was hard to believe this young woman had once been the little girl who loved to sit on my knee. "Come here Marie and sit by me. It is time to give you your birthday gift." She came over with a quizzical look on her brow. Her eyes lit up as I gently pulled her gift out of its velvet case. The Music Box: shrouded in mystery with its surreal beauty. "Oh grandmamma," she breathed and ran her fingers over the smoothly carved wood and mother-of-pearl. "It's beautiful!"
"Yes, it is. It is the