After Momma died, the ring promised me disappeared.
When my sister died, I found it in a box with a note. “Momma thought I’d lose it. Pawn it. I had to prove I could care for it, like you would.”
I sighed, warmed she’d succeeded. Momma’s ring was hers. Forever.
Liz Mayers writes short fiction from Long Island’s North Shore. Find her at lizmayers.com
Love this . It made me smile.❤️
Thank you…. glad you smiled!
A little gem of a story!
Thank you for reading Karin….
What a beautiful and touching story. So well crafted, every word had meaning and weight.
Mary, I appreciate the feedback. Thank you.
Nicely done.
Very moving.
Thank you Joanne for taking the time to read and reply…..
THank you John for reading.