#FridayFragment: Ring

A short fiction fragment that happened on a Friday:

The Portable Antiquities Scheme/ The Trustees of the British Museum [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

The ring felt heavy, smooth, and cold. It lay on her palm like a dead weight, gleaming up at her dully. How could she have borne this lump of metal on her finger all these years?

“So, you gonna trade it, or what?” the pawn broker’s voice cawed into her thoughts.

She looked up.

“That’s what I came here for, didn’t I.” The ring clicked on the marble surface of the counter.

“Three silver,” cawed the broker.

“No,” she said, all business now. “I’ll take – that.

3 thoughts on “#FridayFragment: Ring”

  1. The atmosphere of the Pawn Shop and characters abrupt exchanges put you right into the scene. If you have ever been into a pawn shop you know the atmosphere.

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