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The excitement of the first engagement in a group of young friends |
| This was written in response to the prompt 'jewellery', and is the partner to a piece of prose ("Jewellery" ) written for the same prompt. *** Beams of crystal light reflect from within the gem as she holds her bright fingers up to the sun. We crowd round, admiring the ‘rock’ on her third finger; giggling as the first among us displays her new ownership. He watches, proud, from the sidelines: her fiancé, young and tall. We all swoon, wishing he was ours, and the ring pales next to them. One day in the future when the rings are brighter than us, then we’ll think back and laugh at our childish naiveté. And turn to our partners, where they still exist, holding each other as we fade into our own history. |