She gazed down at her finger, still bound by the thin band of gold. She tilted her palm up and flexed her fingers as if admiring it. She was not. She was trying to picture it gone and wondering if the memory of it, a phantom, if you will, would still remain. It had been there for so many years and in it she had found pride and the security of belonging.
She moved her right hand over and allowed her middle finger and thumb to twist the ring in its place and then over the groves that it had created, up and down, twisting round and round all the time as if she were winding a clock.
Then she pulled and it slipped over her knuckles and she let it clang onto the floor beneath her. She didn't look at the ring, she held her left hand up into the light and let her liberated finger feel the unaccustomed coolness of the air. She stretched each finger in turn, easing them back and forth, exercising them as if rehabilitating after a lengthy illness.
It really didn't signify, after all.
Time up.
Inspiration tonight: just a reflection on the nature of marriage and its effects.
She moved her right hand over and allowed her middle finger and thumb to twist the ring in its place and then over the groves that it had created, up and down, twisting round and round all the time as if she were winding a clock.
Then she pulled and it slipped over her knuckles and she let it clang onto the floor beneath her. She didn't look at the ring, she held her left hand up into the light and let her liberated finger feel the unaccustomed coolness of the air. She stretched each finger in turn, easing them back and forth, exercising them as if rehabilitating after a lengthy illness.
It really didn't signify, after all.
Time up.
Inspiration tonight: just a reflection on the nature of marriage and its effects.
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I would really welcome constructive comments or perhaps even some inspiration. To be honest , I would settle for some encouragement.