Flash Fiction: Junk

We interrupt our A-Z blogging series to bring you a 99-word flash fiction piece, inspired by the prompt over at Carrot RanchIn 99 words (no more, no less) write about a ring. Keep the definition to that of a piece of jewelry. Whose ring is it and what’s its significance?

Here goes!

Junk

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“Daddy!” Reese tugs at my sleeve. “Toy!” She points to the dispenser full of opaque plastic eggs.

“Honey…” I crouch. “You can’t see what’s in those. You might get junk.”

“Please?” She bats her brown eyes.

I laugh. What the hell. Standing, I dig a coin from my pocket. She snatches it.

After three cranks, an egg plops out. She pops it open, removing a plastic ring with a square rhinestone. “Like Mommy’s!”

Her words choke me. It does look like my late wife’s ring. “You’re right. It is.”

“It’s not junk.” She skips ahead.

No, it sure isn’t.

16 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Junk

  1. Very poignant, Alison. Your story evokes a lot more than this one scene. I didn’t have time to join in this week but I too was toying with the idea of a ring from one of those slot machines. I wouldn’t have done nearly so well, but am pleased to see we’re thinking similar thoughts again.

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  2. Pingback: With This Ring « Carrot Ranch Communications

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