“So, you’re leaving your wife, right?”
“I told you I would, didn’t I?”
Sheila watched her married lover hurriedly pull on his pants and shrug into his t-shirt. He kept glancing at the clock.
“I’m going to be late,” he mumbled.
She tucked the sheet under her chin. “But you’re gonna do it this time, right?”
He shot her an impatient look, “Where’s my wedding ring?” he asked, his voice tinged with panic.
Something shiny caught her eye next to his pillow.
The early November sunshine cast golden rays onto the diamond chip.
Reaching out, she curled her fingers around the ring and assumed an innocent expression.
Write up to 100 words, fact or fiction….
This is a themed writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock. The goal is to write something that does not exceed 100 words (not including said prompt). The prompt this week is in bold.