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One ring, five centuries (flash fiction)

Summer 1592

Checking the hidden inner pocket of his ornate silk doublet, William breathed a nervous sigh of relief. It was still there. He had been anxious that it might have been lost on the ride out to the picnic spot under the giant oak. Their favourite spot within his father’s estate. When Elizabeth had insisted that they give their horses their heads and set off at a gallop, he had been forced to give chase.

Glancing at the headstrong young woman who had stolen his heart, he knew this was his moment.

“Lizzie,” he began as he went down on one knee before her. “Will you do me the honour of agreeing to become my wife?”

Tears of joy filled her blue eyes as she replied, “Yes. Yes, I will.”

Smiling, William slipped the gold pyramid diamond ring onto her slender ring finger then lowered his lips and kissed her hand.

Autumn 1992

Around her, the house was blessedly quiet after her fraught day in court. In the bedroom next door, her twin daughters lay sound asleep, oblivious to the bitter divorce battle that had raged in the courtroom all day. Hearing that she had been granted sole custody was that Lizzie had needed to hear. She didn’t want that monster near her precious girls. Details of the generous divorce settlement had washed over her. Afterwards her lawyer had said she should have pressed Bill for the house in Devon and for a larger share of the firm that they had run together…her firm originally.

Seven years of a toxic, emotionally abusive, adulterous marriage were finally over. She could scarcely believe it. There was only one thing left to be undone.

Carefully, Lizzie slid her antique Tudor gold engagement ring with its pyramid point diamond from her ring finger.

She was finally free.

Winter 2022

An old-fashioned bell jingled as the young man entered the high-end jewellers. Dressed in black leather from head to toe, his long dark hair falling over his slender shoulders, Will wasn’t the usual style of customer that the antique jewellers attracted.

With two free days between gigs, he had seized the opportunity to check out a Tudor ring that he had seen advertised online. He needed the ring to be authentic when he finally plucked up the courage to ask Lizzie to marry him.

When the manager brough the ring out for him to view, he knew instantly that this was “the one.” A pyramid point diamond, set in a simple gold rectangle with some worn engraving on the ring’s shoulders.

As he slipped the ring in its black velvet pouch into his inside jacket pocket, Will wondered how many true loves it had shared over the last five centuries.

(credits to the owner of the image – sourced via Google)

Dark Place (100 word flash fiction)

As dusk fell the snow fell silently, the wind blowing it into deep drifts. Wearily, the wolf made his way up the trail, walking on instinct alone, trusting the familiarity of the path hidden beneath the thick blanket of snow.

Up ahead he could just see the outcrop of black rock against the darkening sky. Sanctuary lay underneath it- his den for the long winter to come.

An eternity later he saw the mouth of the cave a few metres above him.

Darkness wrapped itself around him like a blanket as he settled down on the earth floor to rest.

(Image sourced via Google – credits to the owner)

Room 316 – adult flash fiction

Her heart skipped a beat as their hands touched. He smiled and took her hand in his, their fingers instinctively intertwining. The smile was one of those smiles that travelled from his mouth to his eyes and straight into her soul.

Without a word, he led her from the function suite, across the foyer, past some of their fellow guests, towards the elevators.

Two other couples joined them in the lift and, as the doors closed, he gave her hand a little squeeze.

They were the first to step out of the elevator on the third floor. Still hand in hand, they walked down the long corridor to her room – room 316, the heels of her stilettos sinking into the deep pile of the carpet.

Housekeeping had already been in and turned down the bed, leaving the bedside lamps lit. The soft light complimented their mood. She looked round the room, checking it was tidy, and smiled up at him when she saw the ice bucket with a bottle of champagne nestling inside and two crystal flutes sitting on the table in front of the window.

Filled with desire for her, he drew her towards him then delivered a tentative kiss to her lips. Hungrily, she returned his kiss, grazing his lower lip with her teeth. His tongue gently parted her lips, as it moved to explore the sweetness of her mouth. Kissing her deeply, his hand reached down over her derriere until he found the hem of her short black dress. Reaching under the soft material, his hand gently brushed her inner thigh then sought out her most intimate, sensitive area.

She could feel his erection pressing against her, his needs obvious. Fumbling with the fastening of his dress trousers, she sought to free him from the confines of the fabric. With his erection free, he lifted her off her feet. Nimbly, she wrapped her long, tanned legs around his waist. Kissing her hard, he lowered her down on his length, almost exploding as he slid into her.

“We’ve waited too long for this,” she purred softly.

Sun’s Dying Light (150 word flash fiction)

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It had been their last day together. The magic was failing. Silently,,they had walked along the deserted beach, savouring the sun’s warmth as it began to set. They reached their tree at the end of the beach beside the picnic area. Wistfully, she traced her finger over the initials he had carved in its bark after their first kiss. With his back to the tree, he drew her into his arms. The golden light of the setting sun shone through her gossamer wings. He bent to kiss her. Slowly and passionately their lips met for one final moment. He held her hands and gazed into her violet eyes, wishing the moment could last forever. She started to speak but he stopped her. Silence said it all. Beside them, the sun had almost reached the horizon. At the first touch, the spell broke. He stood there alone. She was gone.

 

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