Storygram #74
He fiddled with the ring in his right pants pocket, rubbing the smooth top of the diamond. It had taken him months to buy it. And she didn’t suspect a thing.
He fiddled with the ring in his right pants pocket, rubbing the smooth top of the diamond. It had taken him months to buy it. And she didn’t suspect a thing.
Its voice was gruff and deep… “All persons wishing to permanently enter Fairytale World must pay a fee of one happy memory.”
His wife penned every heartfelt apology on his behalf until three years ago. Before the cancer took her, she made him promise that he would try.
Her vigilant watch was earning her the nickname “Watching Whitney” among the townspeople. She barely slept, and her handmaiden brought her meals, which she barely ate.