she threw the band in the cumberland because she knew that if she kept it, there'd be days that she'd consider pulling it from a drawer and fingering it in her left hand. the temptation of a regret that did not exist was too much to stash in a drawer. she decided to hide some other expectation in her mother's secretary.
she'd also wanted to know what it felt like to stop her jeep in the middle of a six lane bridge, abandon fear of traffic, and see her marriage drop to the river like november sweetgum leaves. not direct in descent, but moved by the temperament of wind.
it was january, and the platinum band fell fast while new year's traffic honked at her in her grey sweatpants on the side of a bridge. so far was the fall and so small was the ring, that she did not see it enter the water. for a moment she wondered if she should have pawned it and taken the money to buy something as frivolous as that promise.
the moment passed, and the wind pushed her toward the center lane, a driver's side door, and the knowing that she had other promises to keep.
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My ring is lying at the bottom of lake Superior after being launched off of a 100 foot cliff three years ago this November and I tell you that no pawn shops measly contribution could ever compare to that feeling of finality and release when that ring left my hand and I walked off that cliff to start a new life.
a new pair of shoes would have been pretty rockin, in retrospect.
You def. have the stems to work any pair you choose;)
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