Friday Fictioneers – Moving on Together

ff180614The bedroom was a mess: gaping holes knocked through crumbling plaster, sun-faded carpets peeled right back. I knew what she was looking for, and she wasn’t going anywhere without him – the new owners would just need to wait.

As we searched together, a large, jagged knot in one of the recently exposed floorboards caught my eye. I kneeled down and peered into the gloom. Even after all these years, lost, presumed swallowed by a vacuum, the thin band of gold still shone brightly – to mum, as bright as the day she’d placed it nervously over her handsome groom’s finger.

We can leave now,’ she smiled, as her wrinkled, dust-covered hands cradled the ring.


These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

15 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Moving on Together

  1. Nan Falkner

    Dear Paul, As a loser of most of my jewelry, I can identify with the loss of a beloved wedding band from her husband. I would do the same thing. Excellent story! Nan 🙂


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