Ring

Reads: 74  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 5

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 20, 2017

A A A | A A A

Submitted: February 20, 2017

A A A

A A A


Ring

 

He sits across the table form her. The restaurant is busy but for all the attention they are paying to anyone else it might as well be deserted. Even the waiter that brings their drinks does so silently. There is something about the pair that shouts out ‘Back off’, that screams out ‘Stay away’.

 

She is staring at the table top, fiddling with the engagement ring she wears on her finger. He is leaning back in his seat, staring at her. At last she manages to remove the ring from her finger. She puts it down on the table in front of him, but still does not look up.

 

Why?” he says, breaking the silence.

 

She does not answer straight away but forces herself to look up from the table, to meet his gaze. His eyes are cold, dispassionate. She knows he does not care for her at all. He is with her because he is scared to be alone and not for any other reason. Even though it breaks her heart she knows that there is nothing left between them.

 

Because....” she says, then pauses, swallows hard. “Because you do not love me!”

 

You know that’s not true,” he protests but she miserably shakes her head.

 

You do not love me and I’m not sure that you ever did. This is for the best.”

 

He stares hard at her. She can see he does not know what to say. He wants to deny it yet again, to tell her that they belong together, but deep down he knows that she is right. His eyes become even colder as he focuses on the ring she has placed on the table.

 

Keep the ring,” he says.

 

No,” she refuses. “Give it to HER.”

 

And she stands up quickly, picks up her bag and walks to the door. She holds her head up, she holds her pain inside, and she does not look back.

 

He watches as she exits through the door. He removes his phone from his pocket, takes a drink before pressing a button. “Hello,” he says, as he picks up the ring and puts it safely inside his pocket. “Monica, I’ll be there in just a few minutes.”


© Copyright 2017 hullabaloo22. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

More Flash Fiction Short Stories

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by hullabaloo22

Popular Tags