Jack and Diane

Jack and Diane were there in the kitchen arguing again about the damn ring he refused to wear, but insisted he must have as a symbol of his commitment. He stepped forward, knowing she'd accept his hug. While grinning over his shoulder she was staring excitedly at the beach just beyond the glass of the tiny window over the sink. Thrilled by the knowledge that soon she'd be using it to make this disappointing little piece of metal disappear and with it this hopeless man-child. As he turned from her, she ran the opposite direction to the deck. With all she had she hurled its slight heft through the aquamarine sky not watching where it went so there could be no retrieval of it or the failed relationship.