Today, I’m participating in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. The prompt I chose is this:
1.) Write a blog post inspired by the word: ring.
It was the spring of 1969. I was a teenager, interested in all the things teenage girls are interested in: boys, clothes, boys, jewelry, boys….
My sister, Rose, was 30-ish, having been a teenager when I was born.
That spring, she loaned me her birthstone (emerald) ring to wear. Its financial value probably wasn’t all that great, but it was a treasure to me.
The evening of April 15, I happened to notice that the middle stone was missing. I told Mom that I was afraid Rose would be so upset with me for losing a stone out of her ring.
Later that night, we received word that Rose had been murdered by her estranged husband. (Oddly enough, I noticed the missing stone right around the time of her murder. Since she lived out of the area, it was a few hours before we were notified.)
A few days later, my Mom made the observation that it was the night Rose was killed that we discovered the middle stone was gone from her ring. And Rose was Mama’s “middle” daughter.
While I was taking pictures of it for this post, I tried it on for the first time in many, many years.
Replace the stone? Never.