#FiveSentenceFiction: Ringing

 The small torus was perfect, its pale colour matching her skin, its location a delicious dream, a constant evocation of a deep secret, his and hers. They had chosen the craftsman carefully, an old Chinese silversmith who knew his piercing, and was discrete. She had been a little afraid, but trusted him, blindly. For him … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Ringing