Published by Mid-American Review
She left three things behind.
The rings, I understand. On a scarlet dinner napkin—from the set we used for Christmas, when she folded the fabric to look like poinsettias, each rising from the center of a bone-white plate. Now just this one, flat square of cloth, blood against the rings, laid at her place at the table. The diamond glitters in the low light of sunset. The plain gold band hardly looks like it would fit a finger, molded, as it is, to the shape of an egg. So thin at the pointy bottom.
And here’s a fun, brief online author interview I did with Mid-American Review when they published this piece.