STORIES are forever. | Our sheer back tank photographed on the 6th street bridge.
They’d been married for three years. Jill lay on the bed, catching the light of the bedside lamp in her tiny ring, shining the reflection along the ceiling. Jerome, the cat, sat next to her, watching impassively.
“I’m probably going to die before this diamond does.”
“Uh, what?” Ryan was picking out a tie.
“Oh, you know.” She stared at the stone. “I’m definitely going to die eventually, and you will, too, and this little gem is gonna end up on somebody else’s finger. It’ll live forever, basically.”
Ryan smiled. “You didn’t take your meds this morning, huh?”
She glared at him. “I’m being deep. Don’t tease me.”
“You’re right,” he chuckled. “I forgot I’m not supposed to tease you when you’re being deep.”
“I’m always deep,” Jill said. “So you should never tease me.”
“I don’t remember that being in the vows.”
She folded her arms. “You must not have been paying attention.
Ryan slipped a tie around his neck, a blue and gold striped one. “How could I pay attention at the altar when I was staring into the beautiful face of the perfect woman?” He tightened the knot.
“I am the perfect woman, huh.” She smirked.
Ryan put on shoes and pulled up his socks. Jill slipped off the ring and set it on the table. “It’s funny, I feel naked without it,” she said.
“Yeah.” He touched his own wedding ring, noted the nicks and scuffs.
“A diamond is just a rock, you know? A nice rock, but it’s just a rock.”
“Yeah. It’s barely even real,” he said. “You and me, Jerome, this life we’ve got – this is real. And we’ll always have it, forever.”
She grinned. “Now who’s being deep?”
“We’re obviously a very deep couple,” he deadpanned. “The world is lucky to have us.”
Jill climbed over the bed and draped her arms around Ryan. “I’m lucky to have you.”
“Me, too,” he said. “Forever.”