Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-392016.
The Rings
The rings had a story of their
own. A lifetime of stories—full of
promise, expectations, family. Good times and bad. And death.
She picked them up and studied
each ring. They’d worn well over the years; no loose diamonds or breaks in the
band. Forty years and it seems like
yesterday we were driving to California in our old Volkswagen van for a
honeymoon.
When he died, she didn’t think she’d
make it. But here she was five years later. She sighed, kissed the rings and
placed them back in the jewelry box.
She looked at her reflection in the
mirror, remembering his last words. I’m
the one dying, not you. Promise me you’ll keep on living and find happiness
again.
Her eyes slid to her hand and the
new ring covering the indentation the old ones burrowed into her skin over the
years.
She smiled.
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