By Joyce Bunting
Winner of Harpenden Writers April 2021 Flash Fiction competition, voted winner by members of the group.
December 1938, Johannesburg.
I’m sending you these three gold nuggets which I found whilst prospecting. I would like you to get one of them made into a wedding ring.
Sixty-five years later I found the little envelope with the note and two nuggets. I had them assayed along with Eliza’s wedding ring. They were from the same seam.
But Eliza had married Richard. Had James been her fiancé, or a relation?
Was he lost in the War? No-one of her generation was left to ask. There had never been any whispers. Eliza had kept her secret close.
I looked at it and yawned. I knew I could do it, but I was so bored. I felt like sliding off the chair and laying down on the floor, just for a while, lay my head down and sleep, for a bit.
I looked around at all the jobs I should be doing, and yawned again, this time my eyes watered as well. The yawn was so big, I thought the top half of my head would drop off.
Maybe, if I get a drink it will wake me up. What shall I have? Better not have a snifter – ‘the road to ruin’ they say, at this time of day. Though, I could have a hot chocolate with a bit of brandy in it, as a treat, AND it is very cold outside.
So, I got a cup of tea, and had another look at it.
My thoughts drifted, I took a big breath…………………this is it, now or never, after all I did promise to put something together for the writers meeting tomorrow!
By Frances Kirkland