During her wedding day, all she sees is her right finger adorned with a gold circle that is not quite a circle. One side is a little bent, the other side a bit scratched. It is a lightweight heirloom passed on to her, a 32-year-old member of the family’s third generation. But it carries a world that, when painted, shows a frightening mixture of commitment, love, faith, hope and friendship. She sees also another ring, equally uncharacteristic, but with almost similar tiny dents and scratches. She looks up to see that the world is not that frightening anymore.
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(Thin Yarns is my amateur attempt at “flash fiction.” I was inspired by Logo-Ligi’s Friday Fictioneers posts and The Sill of the World’s Week in Seven Words.)