“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”
She looked at the mirror and the eyes of a stranger stared back at her. “I no longer know who I am. It worries me.” No one could hear so she continued expressing her thoughts out loud.
“Ever since they lied about that ring. Heh, they thought it was funny. It belonged to your Granny and it’s very expensive. Lies, all lies. I don’t understand why they couldn’t just say, ‘we found this ring and we don’t know who it belongs to’.”
She looked at the shiny object at the corner of the coffee table. It glistened in the sunlight. The blue diamond in the middle of it spread into thousands of rays of light. She approached and lifted it up. To my dear was engraved next to the initials. “Someone must miss this ring.” She was afraid to put it on. “Ah, I watch too many films”.
© Iva Beranek (Dublin, 1st July 2015)
Photo by © Iva Beranek
[This is a response to the prompt: This is a unique flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided.]