On her wedding day, all she could see was her right finger adorned with a gold circle that was 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 also saw another ring, equally uncharacteristic, but with almost similar tiny dents and scratches. Then she looked up and saw 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.)