By, Nan Claire Falkner
As Sara entered the yard sale, she felt tingling up her spine. There was a table on the front porch with old lamps. One caught her eye – a clear glass lantern with dried roses inside kept next to Grandmas bed. She died without a will on file, so her worthless son took everything. Sara’s mom got zip.
Sara purchased the lamp and quickly got in her car, locked the doors and took a deep breath. As she unscrewed the cap, she held her breath. Under the rose petals in the base of the lamp were Grandma’s jewels. “Thanks Grandma!”