For the benefit of anyone just ‘passing through’, Friday Fictioneers is a writing community founded by Madison Woods, where a photo prompt is posted every Wednesday. Members then create a story and, on Friday, paste a link on Madison’s site after commenting on her offering for the week. It’s a useful exercise; why not pop in to take a look at http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/
“It’s an opal,” she said, handing the ring back to him, lips trembling.
“A black opal,” he whispered, folding her fingers over it, and pushing it back towards her.
She shook her head, tears brightening her eyes.
His voice hardened. “Stop this foolishness. I thought better of you.”
He slipped the ring onto her finger. Sunlight, streaming through the mullioned windows, ignited the fires smouldering at the heart of the stone.
Later, after her death, he eased the now dulled ring from her finger.
Opals? A herald of misfortune?
Hardly; with her death, he was now rich beyond measure.