She watched him as he slept, how the moonlight spilled across his
body, sliced by venetian blind shadows. She eased her hand into his
half-clenched fist.
He didn’t stir.
She pried open his hand. Pulled the ring over the hump of dry knuckle.
It slid off easily.
He didn’t stir.
Tim Boiteau lives near Detroit with wife and son. He’s a recent
Writers of the Future Contest winner.
I like the mystery of whether she’s stealing or being helpful.
Funny, I didn’t think either of these things. My mind went straight to the idea that she is leaving him and taking back his wedding ring (I’m assuming she initially put around his finger when they married-or maybe they’re engaged). Maybe she’s had a change of heart, never loved him, or he’s a cheater.
Either way it was a fun read.
-ToJo
reminded me of life and death of my father – thank you