The Legacy

David ran his fingers on the keys of his Grandmother’s old typewriter.It was a unique piece. He had found it discarded in an old trunk in the attic.This machine had created dreams, the many books that she had written. 
People still loved them.
He scrubbed the rust on it and his fingers pushed open a secret compartment in the bottom. Out fell a velvet bag containing a beautiful diamond necklace, one that had gone missing during World War II. Perhaps, she had hidden it there in a hurry when the Germans attacked and had forgotten all about it. 
This post is part of 100 word fiction prompt as part of #FridayFotoFiction hosted by Tina and Mayuri