An old story reworked. What would you do, if you were invisible?
I found a ring on the floor, the other day: a glint, a wink that caught the sunlight every time I moved my head.
No one noticed me as I stood.
No one looked over as picked it up.
It must have been expensive; a solid gold band, with a thin wire of silver wrapped around like the delicate silk from a spider’s web. It weighed more than I expected it to and as I slipped it into my jacket pocket, I could feel its reassuring presence throughout the picnic.
However by the time we reached our cottage, I had already forgotten about the ring. We were stuck in traffic, and thunderstorms followed us on our drive, all the way home. I went about putting the picnic rubbish in the bin, changing into some indoor clothes, generally tidying up.
Meanwhile Jack declared that he needed a nap, all that fresh…
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