Prompt: She Never Wanted it Anyway | Word Count: 300 exactly | Genre: Feel good
I’m sitting here, just minding me own business. Sipping from me brown bag and eating the polony sandwich from the bin.
Suddenly I’ve company. A young woman sits on the bench, farthest from me – I take no offense, most folks do. Her make-up is running, but even so, I can tell that she’s pretty. A man comes, stands over her. ’e puts his hand on her shaking shoulder and she swats it off. Right cross she is, innit?
He whispers something to her and she whispers back – probably on account of me – but even so, it’s like they’re shouting, innit? The veins in ’is neck starts popping, his face turns red and he’s moving his hands a lot. She folds her arms like she wants none to do with ’im. This one looks like a right argument.
Suddenly she looks down at her left hand and twists the ring off her finger. Woo, I told you this here’s serious! She has to wiggle it a few times before it comes off. Then she throws it at ’im! But it misses ’im and drops.
She don’t care. She stomps off. ’E runs after her, but she just ‘talk to the hand’ ’im again and walks faster.
A glint in the grass catches me eye. I put down me lunch, get up and follow the inviting sparkle. I’ve never touched anything so beautiful.
“Mister! Hey, mister!” I walks up to where he’s standing, still watching her. ’E looks startled to see me, but doesn’t flinch like others. I hold out the ring.
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