Tuesday 17 April 2018

A Golden Memory

by Shawn Klimek

flaming rum with a dash of tears, poured out in libation 

The wedding was definitely off.  Their relationship was irreconcilably over. 

Heartbroken, enraged, she had cut up and set fire to all of their pictures together, every gift he had ever given her, every trace and relic of the cheating bastard. He was dead to her, now.

Only the ring remained.

Tears blurred her vision as she contemplated the final, shiny, golden artifact of their love.  
Somehow, she felt a part of him was still in this ring.

Scraping it out with a polished nail, she flicked it into the pyre.
The ring she would keep.

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