The minute she saw it, she wanted it. Not because she perceived beauty, but because the necklace was unusual, sizable, had an impressive price tag and was being sold at the most exclusive store.
"Madame this piece is imported from India and was inspired by a most sacred tradition. It depicts a deity..."
"I'll take it!" She declared, almost yelling at the salesman lest he continue with useless information.
It would look stunning with the outfit she bought today, she thought. Seeing her elaborate ensemble, most friends, succumbing to their envy, would pretend not to notice but whisper to each other behind her back. She'd make sure to strategically drop appropriate hints so all would know how valuable it was. "What could be more important in this life than to make a statement," she chuckled to herself confidently with pride.
She was so happy with thoughts of her conspicuous wealth, that upon leaving the store, she began to cross the street absentmindedly when a car, whose driver was also lost in thought, ran her over.
Her new outfit bit the dust. Instead, she wore one out of the many new ones she had hanging in her closet. No matter - only the mortician got to see it on her. Closed casket.
The necklace was found on the street by a fourteen year old who gave it to his mother. She was pleased with her son, but didn't really like to wear cheap costume jewelry. It was kept in her jewelry box for a few months, then put in a large trash bag with stuff for the Salvation Army.
Thanks to Willow at Magpie Tales for another interesting picture prompt.