Sleight of Hand

For forty years he had designed rings with white gold, diamonds, emeralds, rubies for her with love.

Now her newly naked fingers drop coins in slots, their decorations all gone.

Only a widow’s memory of a death bed promise remain: keep them in the family.

No jackpot today. The pawn broker delights in his trade.

 

 

Joanne Penney.

 

 

 

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