The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered. It was as if someone had carefully placed it there, trying to hide it. But why? Whoever had left it there must have known that it would be found eventually.
The glove was old and worn, but it still had a certain elegance to it. It was obviously handmade, with delicate stitches and intricate details. It must have been very expensive once.
But who had left it there? And why?
There was no way to know for sure, but I like to think that the glove was left there by someone who loved someone very much. They wanted to keep that love hidden, but they also wanted to make sure that it was never forgotten.