The Ring by Stevie K

I felt the familiar scratch on my finger as I absently moved the ring. Tears filled my eyes and I furiously wiped them away. Aunt Helen and Aunt Julia were kneeling beside me. “We have to go, Mable,” Aunt Julia whispered, choking. “It is time.” I looked at the damp earth covering my mother’s grave...

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