Short story number 3

Okay...so you KNOW I LOVE Miss USA!! (Not really relevant, but felt like sharing)

A funny thing happened on the way to the break room.
Many months ago I was on my way to the break room and I was met in the hall by this bright shimmering glow. I thought for a moment I had tripped, killed myself and I was going toward the light. Instead I realized I was being summoned to the floor by a sequin. Yep. A sequin in the middle of the floor of the hallway at OACAC. I wondered where that sequin came from. Was there an OACAC beauty pageant being held in the conference room? Did everyone wear a prom gown to work today? Maybe a little fairy dropped it while on its way to make someone’s day brighter. I am not sure where it came from but I felt compelled to leave it there. Maybe it had a purpose at OACAC. Maybe it would bring joy to someone else’s life in the way only a sequin can. So, I continued to walk.
On my way back from the break room I saw a small crowd gathering in the hall. They too had seen the light. Crowded around the sequin, my co-workers began to question where the sequin had come from. Was it on a quest from above? Was it a sign? What do you do with such a very special sequin? Well, upon great debate, we all determined it best to take the sequin to the front desk and place it in the lost and found. That fairy may need it later and, if so, would know where to find it.
Weeks went by and people forgot about the sequin. It laid in the lost and found with a key, a shoe lace and four pennies. I wondered why no one would want the sequin so I asked what our policy was on lost and found. Apparently, when it comes to lost sequins we do not have a policy; so I decided that I would “find” it a home. With great delight, I put the sequin neatly in my pocket and walked to my desk. A sequin for me...my very own. How special a day that was! I marveled at my sequin and treated it as my own. When I got home, I made it a place in the living room so it would not feel lost anymore.
That evening I bid the day farewell and tucked myself into bed. I heard a thud and awoke out of bed. “My sequin!” I thought. I ran to the room and to my horror watched as the cat took the sequins life.
The moral of this story? Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck. Find a sequin, pick it up, all day long you will still have a sequin.