Romance Fiction posted October 11, 2020

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The Ring

by blondie560

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The author has placed a warning on this post for language.

 I try to walk five miles every day. I’m pretty good about staying with it, but some days I just don’t feel like it. Today is one of those days. My mind is arguing with my conscience. My conscience wins out, and I know I’ll be glad I did it when I’m done.

About 2 miles into it I notice something in the road. I jog over, and it’s a small box taped shut. There’s nothing on the box to tell me where it goes. Should I open it? What if there’s something creepy inside like an ear or a finger? I have to stop watching so many cop shows! I shake the box; there’s no rattle. 

Continuing on my walk, I let my mind wander about the box I’m carrying. How did it get in the middle of the road? Did someone throw it out the window of their car? Maybe it fell off the garbage truck as it went down the somewhat bumpy road. Maybe it’s filled with dollar bills! It's fun to imagine.

I open it in the garage just in case it’s something I need to quickly drop. Again watching way too much TV. I grab a box cutter from my tool box and slice the tape. Pulling the flaps apart, I see tissue paper. There better be more otherwise this will be a lame story to tell. I pull the tissue gingerly out of the box. Nothing jumps out at me, so I peer inside, and there’s a ring box. Holy crap! It’s like a two carat diamond ring! How in the world did it get on the road? Someone must be going crazy. How do I find who it belongs to? 

I dial my friend Amber.

“Hello my friend”

“You are not going to believe this story. Are you sitting down?”

“Why? What are you going to tell me? I’m a little on edge here.”

“Sorry, I guess I said that wrong. It’s nothing bad.”

“Thank God. I can breath again.”

“Dramatic much?”

“Just tell me your story.”

I proceed to tell Amber about the box.

“So any ideas how I might get this returned to who it belongs to?”

“I know there are web sites where you can list missing and found rings and jewelry; maybe start there. I would think someone would be looking for a two carat diamond.”

“That’s a good idea. Call me romantic, but I think some guy is sick looking for this ring because he was ready to propose.”

“Ok, but why did it end up in the road?”

“Maybe he set the package on the top of his car, got distracted and drove away with it on the roof. When he got on the bumpy road it bounced off. He’s probably going crazy with worry.”

“Well, he’s pretty scatter-brained if he can forget something that important on his roof. Doesn’t seem like he’s that great of a guy.”

“Amber, you don’t even know this guy. What if he had gotten a phone call from his mother, and his favorite grandma was taken to the hospital, so he wants to get to the hospital as soon as possible?”

“OMG Rachel, you’ve been watching too many Hallmark movies.”

“Is that bad? I’m always looking for the HEA.”

“So there’s no other markings in the box to give you any clues?”

“Nothing. Wait, the jewelry store is printed on the inside of the ring box. Do you think if I took it to them, they might be able to help?”

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that first? I’m the smarter one in this friendship!”

“Dream on missy. I have to go and track down an owner. I’ll let you know what I find out.”

“The worst that could happen is you own a two carat diamond ring!”

“I guess, but I’d feel guilty. Talk to you later.”


I hang up from Amber and put the ring box in my purse. I give my cat a pat on the head and leave to go to the jeweler’s. 

It takes me about twenty minutes to drive there. The bell jingles above the door as I push in.

“Hi! What can I help you with today?” The saleswoman asks. Her name tag says Diane.

“Hi Diane. I have a very strange request. I hope you can help me. 

“This sounds intriguing.” 

“I found this ring in a box in the middle of the road,” I say as I open the box to show Diane. “Is there anyway you could track down who it belongs to?”

“Oh my! It was in the road? How would that happen? Rhetorical question, I know. Let me get my expert.”

Diane goes into a back area and returns with a very distinguished looking man.

“Hello Rachel. My name is Stuart. Diane told me about your dilemma, and I should be able to help. It should have a GIA serial number that’s in a database that can tell us who purchased it.”

“Thank you Stuart. That is great news. I’m sure the owner will be so happy to find out it’s been recovered.”

Stuart takes the ring into the back to look for the GIA number. It isn’t visible to the naked eye.

“I have good news,” Stuart says as he comes back out. “I have the contact information for the owner. Let’s call him to give him the good news.”

“Oh I’m so glad I brought it in. He must be going crazy at this point.”

Stuart dials the phone number and waits for an answer. 

“Hello, Mr. Jeremy Banks? My name is Stuart Winston from Landerhill Jewelers. I have in my possession your two carat princess cut diamond engagement ring. I’m sure you are relieved to hear this news.” Stuart listens to the person on the other end of the phone. His face turns from a gleefully smile to a confused frown.

“I see sir. Yes, I can see that. Are you sure? We could work something out. That’s quite a bit of money.” I look at Diane, and we both are confused.

“I see Mr. Banks. Yes, well I am so sorry for your situation. Good day sir.” Stuart hangs up the phone and turns to look at us. “Apparently when Mr. Banks went to propose to his girlfriend he found her in a compromising position with his friend. He was devastated, and in a moment of utter disbelief he threw the ring out of his speeding car. He doesn’t want it back, nor does he want to exchange for credit.”

“What? That’s crazy. I’m sure that ring cost a lot of money,” I say in disbelief. “What did he tell you to do with the ring?”

“His language was quite salty I must say, but he said that whoever found it is apparently a good person, and they should  keep it.”

“That’s insane! I can’t keep something like this. What did this ring cost him?”

“I looked up his account while Stuart was on the phone, and he had it custom made. He brought in a family ring and had the stone set in it,” Diane says.

“That makes it even worse. What should I do? He should at least get the ring back for the family heirloom. Can you give me his contact information? I can’t let him lose something that has meaning to his family.”

“I’m sorry Rachel, there is nothing we can do. If you wanted to sell the ring and perhaps donate the money to a charity, we could help you out with that,” Stuart says. “If you’ll excuse me.” Stuart turns and goes in the back again.

“Thank you for your help Diane.”

“I’m sorry we couldn’t do more.”

I walk out of the store and get in my car with a million thoughts running through my  mind. There’s a rap on my window startlingly me. Diane is standing there. I open my window, and she hands me a post-it note. “You don’t know where you got this,” she says and runs back into the store. I look down at the note and Jeremy Banks’ address and phone number are on it. Thank you Diane!

I call Amber to tell her.


“If you thought what I told you before was weird, you’re going to flip when I tell you this story.” 

I walk her through the whole thing; how they could trace the diamond, and the phone call to Jeremy Banks.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I don’t feel right about this. My heart breaks for this guy finding his girlfriend screwing around with his friend. Then he throws a $10,000 ring out of his car? That’s pretty irrational. But the setting belongs to his grandma, or mom, or someone like that. That has to mean something to the family. I’m going to think about it for awhile. I’ll let you know what I decide.”

I disconnect from Amber. Should I call this guy and talk to him about the ring? He made it clear to Stuart that he didn’t want anything to do with it. Maybe I should take it to him and convince him of the setting’s importance. I sleep on it, and in the morning I decide that Saturday I’m going to attempt to return the ring. 

Saturday dawns clear and sunny. Jeremy lives about a half hour away, so it isn’t long before I’m parked in front of his townhouse. I’m not sure what I’m going to say. Taking a deep breath I get out of the car and ring his doorbell. I hear a dog bark, and I wait a few seconds. I hear the lock being turned, and the door opens, but I only see a dog. Wait, dogs can’t open doors! Then Jeremy comes around the open door.

“Sorry about that, I had to put my shirt on. Max,” he says to the dog. “Go lie down.” Max turns from the door and plops down right behind Jeremy. “Hi, can I help you?”

I am frozen momentarily because Jeremy is like a dream come true. Dark hair, dark eyes, incredibly in shape; which I noticed as he finished pulling his T-shirt down. Damn, why did you put a shirt on? He’s smiling at me waiting for me to say something. I snap out of my fog.

“Hi, Jeremy Banks?” I ask.


“I know this is going to sound weird..”

"I’m not old enough to be your father, he says and starts laughing.

“Wait, what?”

“I’m sorry it was a joke. You hear of people showing up on a stranger’s doorstep, and they’re the child you gave up, or a kid you didn’t know you had. I guess it really wasn’t that funny.” He looks adorably shy saying that.

I actually get the joke and start to laugh. “I guess that would be a shock, but unless you fathered me at the age of 10, I’m pretty sure you aren’t my father.” Jeremy laughs and his big smile comes back. 

“What I was trying to say is my name is Rachel Benson, and I’m the person who found the ring.” The smile disappears from his face. “I was in the store when Stuart called you. I don’t feel right about keeping it, and you should reconsider taking it back. I was told you had the ring custom made using an heirloom setting, and for that reason I think you should keep it.”

“Did Stuart tell you why I don't want the ring?”

“He did, and I think it’s pretty shitty, what happened to you.”

Jeremy stares at me for a few moments and the silence is starting to feel awkward. I reach out with the box. He reaches for it, and our fingers touch. I feel it, he feels it, the world stands still. 

“Rachel, would you like to come in and we can talk?”

“Yes I’d like that.”

Soul mates know when they meet.

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