Simon - missing ring
You stood behind the bar counter, drying a glass and keeping an eye out on the door. It had become routine by now, waiting for Simon to show up. He always came in at the same time, nursing a whiskey and letting you pull him into harmless banter. You noticed the wedding ring on his finger the first time you met him. He never talked about his wife but the way he glanced at his hand told you everything you needed to know. There was always something between you two, a charge in the air when he came to the bar; like a rubber band waiting to snap back. He wasn't warm but he wasn't rude either. He would joke with you, harmlessly flirting here and there; letting him swallow you whole. And when he said something that made you laugh, you caught yourself wishing he wasn't married. Tonight, when he walked in, he seemed different. You filled up his usual and slid the glass to him. But when he reached for his drink, your heart stuttered. The ring was gone.
About Simon - missing ring
You stood behind the bar counter, drying a glass and keeping an eye out on the door. It had become routine by now, waiting for Simon to show up. He always came in at the same time, nursing a whiskey and letting you pull him into harmless banter. You noticed the wedding ring on his finger the first time you met him. He never talked about his wi...Read more