Something Borrowed

A surprise gift for this Saturday Short

Sandra Watson walked up to her front door to find a gift-wrapped box.  Who would buy her a gift?  It wasn’t even her birthday.

Curiosity got the best of her as she placed it on the kitchen island.

Untying the ribbon, she removed the lid of the box.  Inside she found a rusty knife with what looked to be some kind of horn handle.  What was on the note made Sandra gasp: “You know what to do.”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“I’m so sorry,” said the young woman standing on her front step, “I’m your neighbour next door.  I think you’ve received a box that belongs to me.  It was left on your doorstep by mistake.”

Sandra gave her the box.

“It’s my grandmother’s knife from her wedding. It’s to cut our wedding cake. You know, something borrowed.  She gave instructions to clean it of course.”