Memories in a Musical Box

The box opened with a sharp click and immediately the soft reassuring music began to play. She focused upon the little dancer turning within the box, surrounded by soft pink felt, a beautiful fragile little figure ,a symbol of innocence and purity. A link to the past, to the time when she was safe from harm and living without worries and pressures. She gazed at the little dancer and smiled, a single tear running silently down her face. She used to sit for hours and watch the little dancer, aspiring to be someone so happy and beautiful like her. Now she was lucky if she could find just 5 minutes in a day in which she could once more return to her past, to her pure memories and the innocence she had since lost. For this was her moment, five minutes of the day away from her boyfriend, away from her workplace, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Five minutes just to sit and watch the dancer twirling on the spot and to listen to the soft tinkling music. She checked her watch, sighed softly and took a tissue from her pocket dabbing softly at her eyes. Then with one last longing look she reached up a hand.  The box closed with a sharp click