The 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.
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Nice one Paul; great sentiments.
Thanks, Sandra. Thought most would go dark this week so I opted for some soppy mush 🙂
Nice; we all love a happy ending.
Cheers, Claire.
some things we just need to bring along.
She wasn’t leaving without him.
Sometimes the smallest things are the most important. I really enjoyed this story. I was smiling at the end!
Glad it made you smile 🙂
Really touching.
Thanks.
Paul, Lovely story. It was heartwarming with a happy ending we all enjoy. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Aaaah! Sweet story 🙂
Coming from someone who has lost my engagement ring….I empathize. Loved the story Paul 🙂
I’m glad she found it 🙂
Lovely story
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 🙂