by Norm De Plume
Illustrations by Mr W.
Mrs. Ives begged the bank man not to foreclose on their farm, but all he did was stare at the ring finger on her left hand and shake his head in puzzlement.
As the banker drove away, she turned around just in time to see Ives carry the last box of their few meager possessions out the front door of what had for generations been the Ives family farm. He dropped the box in the dust and mopped his forehead with a red handkerchief. She ran up to him and threw her right arm around his neck.
“Oh, honey” she sobbed. “I beg you… please… let me sell my ring!”
“Baby, that ring is a symbol of our everlastin’ love. You ain’t sellin’ it.”
“But it’s the largest natural diamond in existence, much larger then the fabled Koh-I-Noor diamond, also known as the Mountain of Light!”
“I brung that diamond back from the war to show you how much you mean to me. I’ll be goddamned if I let you pawn it for a few measly bucks!”
“Pawn it? Why would I pawn it? King Faisal bin Abdelaziz Al Saud of Saudi Arabia has offered me $1.5 billion dollars for it! That’s good money!”
“You ain’t sellin’ it. That’s final!”
He rudely shoved his wife away, picked up the two boxes that contained everything they had in the world, and headed up the road.
His wife watched him walk away for a moment, the slowly followed him, dragging the ring at the end of her unnaturally elongated left arm in the dust behind her.
TO BE CONTINUED
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