(a fiction)
I can’t say for sure whether the invisible ring around my finger is tight.
After all, it is invisible. Perhaps I merely imagined it. But that can’t be right.
Sometimes I see it glinting in the sunlight as I reach for my cup of coffee. Sometimes I accidentally leave it behind on the sink after I wash my hands. I would panic, and then feel relieved when I find that it is still there, on the sink, where I left it. Sometimes I twist it absent-mindedly, as I search for the right words to say. So you see, I can’t have been imagining things. Besides, it was given to me by a very special man.
I still remember the day he gave it. He was twirling his fork, absentmindedly I thought at the time, but now I know he must have been nervous. The spaghetti kept sliding off the end of it, and he finally put it down and said, “I’ve decided my primary ambition in life is to make you happy”. I smiled and felt that was the happiest moment of my life. He took my hand and there, right there between our enjoined palms, lay the cold metal smoothness of the invisible ring. It was beautiful. I’ve worn it ever since.
Ever since means about 3 years. But it feels a bit loose lately, as if my finger had lost weight. I weighed my body on the scales just to check, and sure enough, I had lost weight. I haven’t been in the mood to eat in recent weeks. I’m beginning to worry because the ring, it disappears sometimes. And when that happens I sit down and cry. One time I had to go down on all fours in my office to check whether it was on the carpet. I called in my secretary to help, and she couldn’t find it either. I then dialled his number and asked him whether I left it at his place, and he said, “What ring?”
But you see, I can’t have been imagining things. I’ve been wearing it for so long. I called up my friend and asked her if I had left it in her car the other night when we went out. She said she hadn’t seen anything. She said that by the way she had bumped into my man this afternoon and she thought his sister was really cute.
I said he doesn’t have a sister.
After all, it is invisible. Perhaps I merely imagined it. But that can’t be right.
Sometimes I see it glinting in the sunlight as I reach for my cup of coffee. Sometimes I accidentally leave it behind on the sink after I wash my hands. I would panic, and then feel relieved when I find that it is still there, on the sink, where I left it. Sometimes I twist it absent-mindedly, as I search for the right words to say. So you see, I can’t have been imagining things. Besides, it was given to me by a very special man.
I still remember the day he gave it. He was twirling his fork, absentmindedly I thought at the time, but now I know he must have been nervous. The spaghetti kept sliding off the end of it, and he finally put it down and said, “I’ve decided my primary ambition in life is to make you happy”. I smiled and felt that was the happiest moment of my life. He took my hand and there, right there between our enjoined palms, lay the cold metal smoothness of the invisible ring. It was beautiful. I’ve worn it ever since.
Ever since means about 3 years. But it feels a bit loose lately, as if my finger had lost weight. I weighed my body on the scales just to check, and sure enough, I had lost weight. I haven’t been in the mood to eat in recent weeks. I’m beginning to worry because the ring, it disappears sometimes. And when that happens I sit down and cry. One time I had to go down on all fours in my office to check whether it was on the carpet. I called in my secretary to help, and she couldn’t find it either. I then dialled his number and asked him whether I left it at his place, and he said, “What ring?”
But you see, I can’t have been imagining things. I’ve been wearing it for so long. I called up my friend and asked her if I had left it in her car the other night when we went out. She said she hadn’t seen anything. She said that by the way she had bumped into my man this afternoon and she thought his sister was really cute.
I said he doesn’t have a sister.
6 comments:
excellent story!!!!!....poignant, tragic, yet funny at the same time
4 thumbs up....
Ahahah...funny... but some how I think this is not fiction... I can discern a bit of suspicion, fear and, shall I say jealousy?
Patience, forgiving and trusting would be a better attitude to take.
R
Teez, what a cool fic! update pls
wow!...
this is some work, really. Yet hillarious when put into context. Yes pls continue, I bet you went thru a helluva rollercoaster-like journey of mixed emotions before you reached the comic end.
wow!...
this is some work, really. Yet hillarious when put into context. Yes pls continue, I bet you went thru a helluva rollercoaster-like journey of mixed emotions before reaching a comic end.
Oh btw, did u find back the ring?
A true fiction writer never reveals the true ending. Thus I will leave it as is, but feel free to invent your own endings if you so desire :)
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