Damon’s fingers tap the display case as the saleswoman waits expectantly. He’s never had such trouble buying jewelry before. Why is it so difficult for such an incomplex woman as Rhiannon?
He beams at a memory of her. Dirty bare feet, flowers in her hair, while seated on a blanket in their backyard.
What’s her favorite gemstone?
Those are junk. What about Sapphires?
She’d tell me I spent too much.
Is she worth it?
More than she’ll ever know.
After careful consideration, Damon makes his purchase. A sapphire ring. For the third finger of her left hand.
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Please be sure to go to her page and read the stories from other writers. We are a rather eclectic group. I welcome kudos and criticism. Bring it on!