Flash Fiction: Junk

/ April 16, 2017

We interrupt our A-Z blogging series to bring you a 99-word flash fiction piece, inspired by the prompt over at Carrot Ranch:  In 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.

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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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