Wedding ring (short story)
I've never regretted making a cheap gift so much. My wife's eyes had lost their sparkle as we lived without holidays to pay the mounting school bills. My friend thought we should still get the diamond ring, but I thought, what's the point, it's there. They grew more energized, we grew more squashed, losing the corners of our lives. It was strange, maybe I'm the one who never thought of the power of jewelry. As I walked by, I smelled the pleasant scent of people, and the trees were sending out leaves from their roots, filling in the gaps where they had failed to grow. The old dead trees easily sprouted the buds of spring. She asked, What is your name, tree of spring? The tree from a time when there were no lilacs told her she was an old willow tree, growing taller and taller, with a big piled-up roof behind it. The columns are so thick that no one can see them properly. It's not that expensive, I realize as I put the ring on, a rhinestone ring that would put a ...


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