Craft writing 3(d) Showing not telling by using detail.

A Token of Love

It was a gift, a token of his love and affection.  It was a perfect fit. Jed didn’t even need to measure it up for size, he could see her petite hand in his minds eye as he stood at the counter. “That one there will be perfect” he said. “Are you sure it will fit?” the attendant said. His reply was instant,  “Oh it will fit, I just know it will, it’s perfect”.  Sterling silver, two dolphins joined in the middle, clasped together to make a perfect circle, never ending. Inscribed on the inside were the words, “Come what may” taken from “Moulin Rouge”. It was a hot late summer day when Jed gave her the prized token of his love. She placed it on her third right finger. His instincts were right it was a perfect fit. Jasmine’s face beamed, it said it all. The sparkle in her eyes, the deep appreciation and extravagant love mingled with joyful tears and the long embrace that followed was all that Jed needed. It spoke of their tender love and naive affection. The band of silver never left her finger, accept for the saddest of days while she was gardening, Jasmine thought the exquisite single diamond had been lost forever. 

When love dies

Every time Jasmine looked at the never-ending circle of sterling silver, solitary tucked away on her mantle piece, it reminded her of nothing but pain and hurt.  She resented all that it stood for, the broken promises, the endless lies, and the promise of love that was never to be.  In a moment of rage, she wished she could do a Bilbo Baggins and toss it into the bowels of the earth where it would burn up, never to be seen again. Its power to bring pain extinguished, its hold gone for good. Once it brought tears of joy, now all it brought was tears and memories of betrayal. Every time she saw it the words echoed repeatedly in her head; “god how many times had Jed said those words, I love you”, but he didn’t. She hated the gift with a passion, and every time she tried to bury it in the most illusive of places; those forgotten places where all safe things should go, never to be seen again but it was not long and the bloody thing would show up like a bad penny. God she wanted it out of her life she was over it.  

By Craig millington