Here’s a quick, short story to keep you busy while you wait for there to be more snow (fingers crossed).
It’s not the most depthful (is that a word??) story, but maybe you’ll find it fun!
Thanks to Sydnynuririn, a kind eBay seller who allowed me to use the ring photo. You can actually buy the beautiful emerald ring here!
The Emerald Ring
A short mystery by Stephanie L. Robertson
It was a cold day outside. Sandy Bartholomew turned in her mirror to admire the big, blonde curls created by her stylist just that morning.
Tonight was going to be so much fun!
She waved a freshly manicured nails in front of her image and pointed her toes with their new pedi. It had been a long time since she and her husband, Joe, had enjoyed an evening out, sans kids, and it had been even longer since they had an excuse to dress us–really dress up. She couldn’t remember the last time.
But tonight, Joe’s parents were going to come watch the children while she and Joe attended a charity cotillion to benefit the hospital where Joe worked as a nurse anesthetist.
Sandy, mindful of her manicure, reached inside her lined dresser drawer for her grandmother’s diamond and emerald ring that would perfectly set off her lovely white evening gown.
Rather than touching the gemstones, Sandy’s hand landed in an empty space and touched the felt that lined the drawer.
Her thoughts quickly turned to panic, as she pulled the drawer out all the way.
Where was the emerald ring?
It wasn’t as if she had an abundance of fine jewelry. Most of everything that she owned was the costume or fashion variety. Besides her small diamond engagement ring, Gramma’s ring was the only expensive thing that she owned, and it was kept in a bank vault. After a morning at the salon and lunch with a friend, Sandy had picked up the children from Mother’s Morning Out. She had schlepped down to the bank, kids in tow, and taken the ring from its safe box.
And now, two hours after Sandy had emptied every drawer in her dresser, Sandy had been over every square inch of the master bedroom carpet on her hands and knees. She swiped her hand over her eyes and reached for a tissue to blow her nose.
Had there been a break-in? Think, Sandy, Think!
“Mommy, what’s wrong,” asked a sweet little voice from the bedroom door.
Sandy guessed that she must have looked a mess: sweaty, curls flattened, nails broken, eyes swollen, and makeup ruined.
“Nothing, sweetheart,” Sandy sniffed as her little four-year old daughter, Kimmer, came over for a hug.
It would be time for her little brother, Dak, to be waking from his afternoon nap as well.
Sure enough, the 2-year-old little boy came toddling into the room after his sister. Sandy picked up Dak and kissed his baby cheek, flushed from sleep. Dak patted her cheek and stretched to get “Down!”
Sandy exhaled. She would have to call Joe. She felt sick and was no longer in the mood to go to the cotillion.
“Mommy, I want my snack,” begged Kimmer.
Dak dragged one of Joes old hiking boots from the closet and brought it over to his mother.
“No, thank you, Dak,” said Sandy, who began searching for her cell phone to call Joe. “Kimmer, I’ll get your snack in just a minute.”
“Here, Mama,” said her young son.
Where was that stupid cell phone? Could she not keep up with anything?
She felt her pulse quicken as Kimmer’s whines grew more plaintive.
“Here, Mama,” Dak insisted.
“No Dak, I don’t want that…Kimmer, please, just give me a second and we’ll go get a snack!”
Sandy tossed pillows back on her bed and felt her temper rise.
“Mama!” cried Dak, and the two children’s cries reached a crescendo, hitting a pitch that broke Sandy’s resolve.
“I said, ‘No!'” shouted Sandy, grabbing the hiking boot and flinging it against a corner.
A flash of light ricocheted from the boot and landed at Sandy’s feet.
“Oh! There’s the hidden treasure, Dak,” said Kimmer, as she calmly retrieved Sandy’s family heirloom ring from where it landed on the carpet.
Kimmer patted Dak’s blond head. “I found the hidden treasure that you hid. What a good hider you are!”