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Fiction: Diamonds (317 words)

28 Apr

His mom was half under her bed, legs sticking out at strange angles. “Mom, come on.  What is so important?”

“Patience, Thomas,” Was the muffled response, and then there was a bit of flailing and she disappeared a little further under the bed.

“It’s not like I have a lot of experience with this, but I’m assuming it’s not normal behavior for a mother to half bury herself under her bed when her son says he’s thinking of proposing to his girlfriend.  Is this a mental break down? Are you having a midlife crisis?”

“Shut your face, Thomas Andrew.”  He laughed at the face he knew his mother was making under the bed, even though he couldn’t see it. There was a bit more rustling and then, “Got it! Help pull me out.”

Thomas stooped down and pulled on each of his mother’s ankles, helping to slide her out from under the bed.  And he saw immediately what she had grasped in her hand.  She flipped the little velvet box open and handed it to her son.  “Are you done mocking me, or should I put your present back?”

“God, Mom, it’s beautiful.” He took the box out of her hands and examined the ring from every angle.  “What are you doing with perfect engagement rings stored under your bed?”

“It was your Granny Marmie’s.  And her grandmother’s before that, if I remember correctly.  But, I figured that if you have half as good a marriage as Granny Marmie and Grandpa Tommy, then you are still doing more than alright.”

Thomas reached out and grabbed his mother, pulling her into a tight hug.  “Thanks, Mom. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t think anything of it, Thomas,” she sighed, standing on her tiptoes so she could kiss him on the top of the head like she’d done when he was a child.  “Just make sure to make her happy.”

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