Title: One Who Makes Me Whole
Summary: Arthur is looking for the perfect ring.
Word Count: 562
Prompt: #39 Silver
Author's Notes: Sorry it took me so long to get this up. My life has been more hectic than I expected (though I should know better by now…). For this prompt I was inspired by my cousin getting married on the weekend just past and lots of wedding/engagement talk.
Arthur looked down at all the different rings that lay beneath the glass cabinet in the jewellery store. He wanted to find the perfect one but he wasn’t exactly sure what that was.
He would have brought his sister along with him, but she would have asked too many questions and tried to persuade him that the higher the price, the better. Although price wasn’t really an object to Arthur, he had learnt it didn’t matter when it came to these sorts of things. It was the things money couldn’t pay for that mattered; thoughts and feelings.
Arthur wanted this to be something that would be cherished. Something no amount of money would fix if it was lost, stolen or broken. Something that would be irreplaceable because it meant so much.
He had to get this right.
As much as the bright, shining, yellow gold suited him, Arthur moved away from the cabinet where the gold rings lay. He at least knew sparkling silver was definitely the way to go on this occasion.
Unfortunately, it didn’t help to narrow down the choices. There were plain bands, rings with all different coloured gems and then there were the diamonds. Not to mention the different designs; whether they were flat or protruding, wide or narrow, squared or round and how many stones.
One of the shop assistants came over to him. “Can I help you with anything, Sir?”
Arthur smiled kindly at her and replied, “Not at the moment, thank you. I’m still looking.”
The shop assistant, Kelly (Arthur read on her name badge), returned his smile. “Okay then. Let me know if you would like to get a closer look at any of them.”
Arthur continued to scan his eyes over all the rings. Even though this was the seventh jewellery store he had been in today, it hadn’t gotten any easier. Every time he thought he had narrowed it down to a certain style and gem, he saw something else that was just as beautiful and would no doubt be loved just as much.
Why does this have to be so hard? Arthur asked himself, but he persevered and finally laid his eyes on one he definitely wanted to get a closer look at. He beckoned Kelly over.
“Yes Sir? How can I help you?”
“I’d like to look at that ring please,” Arthur said, pointing to it.
Kelly opened the cabinet and after pin pointing exactly which one Arthur meant, pulled the tray out and handed the ring to Arthur. He held either side between his thumb and forefinger. Three stones were inset in the middle of a wide silver band; a medium sized round diamond with a small diamond shaped dark sapphire on either side. Next to each of the sapphires were raised triquetra. Arthur couldn’t think of anything else that would be able to symbolise as much as this one ring did.
The shop assistant was going on about the type of metal and the carats but none of that mattered to Arthur. He only needed to know two things.
“What size is it and do you do engravings?”
“It’s a ‘P’ and yes, we do.” It was the right size.
“Great, I will take it.”
“Okay,” said Kelly taking out some paper and a pen. “And what would you like engraved on it?”
“One who makes me whole.”
Author’s Note 2: For those of you having trouble picturing the ring, it is a cross between
and , with my own twist.
I’ve sketched it here: