The saddest thing she owned was a promise ring.
Old and broken, it was stupid even when she received it; meant to quiet building doubts from someone who seemed intent on blinding her with shiny things and empty promises.
It had a heart dangling from it with a tiny ruby, it was tacky and cheap, but she said she loved it anyway because she loved him.
She knew he didn’t actually mean to give it to her, it was too small, and even just looking at her hand you could tell a ring like that would barely fit. Maybe it belonged to someone else, a recycled token of long-broken affection with a tiny ruby and a dangling heart; how appropriate.
The thing never really got lost, even though she never meant to keep it. It was one of those things that would show up when she was cleaning out old receipts or attempting to create order in small spaces. And the more she looked at it, the sillier the little trinket seemed. The body of the ring was elastic, so that it pinched her too-big finger every time she tried to put it on. Why did she ever say she loved such a thing?
Perhaps it is poetic justice, that now she thinks of him this way; cheap and unworthy of her skin.
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This is very good.
You’ve got a knack at crafting a short-short story. Good style and grammar too. I only found one incomplete sentence – “The body of the ring elastic, so that it pinched her too-big finger every time she tried to put it on.” I know what you mean to say, but something’s missing. Thanks for the pleasant/emotional read.
Hmm, thanks I’ll try and improve the flow there
Oh, this is beautiful! I like it so much 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Love. Loss. Disconnection. Hitting all the points. Also reminds me of a joke: my girlfriend asked for a ring. I told her to take her phone off silent.
Very lovely.
Hi, I liked this. I also liked “I like to write like I’m slamming a door; loudly, and with purpose.”..
I thought how do I like to write…but it would be …well I open it a bit…and then a bit more…and then a bit more…whoa too much back a bit…no maybe forward a bit…
Your’s sounds soooo much better 🙂
* Yours…
hahaha, glad I could be of service!
This is a beautiful piece. The heartbreak of it for me is that she still keeps the ring.
Thats a sweet story. Short and sweet
Thank you 🙂
You have nailed this story very well.
Love & loss and yet she still kept the ring. 🙂
The ending was a strike to the heart. wow!!!
You are a gifted and talented writer. 🙂
thank you 🙂
You are most welcome.
And thank you for liking my last poem I posted. I hope my poems didn’t hurt your head from all the thinking and imagination. 🙂
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I loved the last line and every line up to it.
thank you!
I went through something similar lastnight. A promise is truly something to be broken.
🙁 sorry to hear that
Thanks I needed that.
Subtle yet brash. Eloquent yet profound.
D.I.
thank you 🙂
Although at a stage where I can’t say I think of him like the ring he gave me, I felt hope in this. This is beautiful.
Thank you 🙂
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