Grandma would sit and
tell Molly stories about her life in the old country. Scotland sounded amazing
to Molly but what she most wanted to know about was the ring grandma wore.
Well dear this ring wasn’t
always a ring. Your grandpa gave me this as a necklace that I wore for years.
One day I decided I wanted to make it into a ring and took it to a jeweler.
It was a black onyx
stone with a diamond in the middle and Molly just loved it.
Years later when
grandma passed away, Molly was given the ring.
I always thought that onyx only came in black but after doing some research I found that onyx comes in red, purple, blue and white.
This flash fiction was written for a challenge over at Carrot Ranch. The prompt is to write a short story that contains 99 words, (no more, no less). If you enjoy writing flash fiction please come and join us by following the link.
A lovely story of family tradition, passed down from generation to generation, all in a brief story...well done, Susan!
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