eclecticmuses November prompt: Rings picture
It was a perfect stone. Even the dim bluish light flickering from the television caught in the facets and made it sparkle brilliantly. In the sunlight it absolutely dazzled. It was round, set on an otherwise unadorned platinum band. So plain, yet still so exquisite. Absolutely gorgeous without being overwhelmingly feminine. He had agonized over more complicated designs but the strength in this ring's simplicity, its unimposing beauty, the almost hidden attractiveness reminded him of her. It was perfect for her. And she would know that was why he picked it. She always understood what he meant, sometimes when he didn't even understand it himself. Even if this wasn't the ring she would have picked out on her own, she would recognize the symbolism and it would make her love it.
At least, he thought so. She was always full of surprises, after all, and he hadn't gotten the chance to give it to her. And now he never would.
ring || 160 words || k
At least, he thought so. She was always full of surprises, after all, and he hadn't gotten the chance to give it to her. And now he never would.
ring || 160 words || k
