The desire to take the ring off merely flashed through my mind, and the ring obliged. It scared the shit out of me, but I was relieved when it dropped to the floor. I didn't want any part of this weird magic, this instant desire fulfilment. I mean the idea of a thought coming into your head - any thought! - and for it immediately come true was dangerous. What if I had thought of something sexy? Or embarrassing?
No! This was a great and deeply scary power and it was best left untouched. No human could wield such an unknown and intense force and expect to get...
"Jack, what did you find there?"
"Ugh.... nothing Mom! It's just... um well..."
She slipped it onto her finger and admired it, "Oh my god Jack: Its gorgeous! Well spotted!"
Fuck. What great evil had I unleashed on the world?
Little did I know... When a woman reaches middle age the sort of deep seated / taboo / evil desires that lurk in the back of her mind aren't so outlandish as they are in the head of a teenager. As a woman who worked non stop, exercised, dieted and raised a child. So most of her deep dark desires consisted of relaxation, overeating and the occasional glass of champagne.
"Is that..." my mother sniffed the air for a moment, paused, then a look of delight flashed across her face, "...vanilla muffins?? My favourite! I can smell them baking in the kitchen. Wait..." she looked puzzled, then turned to me, "...did you buy them?"
What was I meant to say? No, your ring is magic Mom. "Yes."
"Wow! Thank you sweetheart, it was exactly what I was feeling like." She kissed me on the forehead, Then, too distracted and excited to help me finish the work, excused herself to get some muffins. She helped herself to the whole tray.
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