The Gray Face of Luck

Short Story 23

The jeweler mounted a big pearl in the brooch. Its size was near too great for the setting, but with some finagling it managed to remain in position. There was something about it glittering there surrounded by all that silver and clear cubic zirconia that brought out the creamy glow of the opulent pearl.

Pulling a handkerchief from a trouser pocket the jeweler dabbed at his face. There was some concern that he should have used real diamonds, but that would have made th...