MLMM Monday Wordle #395
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Your words today are:
post, see, ring, leave, sadness, point, hollow, shallow, bark, share, two, bottle.
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The Hollow Ring
In the small town of Eldridge, there was a legend about a ring—a silver band that could connect the living with the lost. It was said to have belonged to a woman named Clara, who had vanished one stormy night, leaving behind only a shallow bottle of her favorite perfume and a lingering sadness that enveloped the town.
Years passed, and the story faded, but too curious friends, Mia and Jake, decided to seek out the ring. They were drawn by a post on an old forum, detailing the ring’s last known location, an abandoned cabin deep in the woods.
As they approached the cabin, the trees seemed to bend, their bark worn and twisted, as if mourning the secrets hidden within. The air grew thick with anticipation and unease. Mia felt a chill as she pushed open the creaking door, revealing a room cloaked in dust and shadows. In the center sat a hollow table, and on it lay a single item—the silver ring.
“Look!” Mia exclaimed, pointing to the ring glinting in the dim light. “It’s just as they described it!”
Jake hesitated. “Do you think we should touch it? What if it’s cursed or something?”
Mia shrugged, drawn to the ring’s allure. “We have to share this with everyone. Imagine what it could mean!”
With a sense of urgency, she picked it up, and a wave of cold washed over her. Suddenly, they heard a whisper, soft yet insistent. “Leave… before it’s too late…”
Startled, they exchanged nervous glances. “Did you hear that?” Jake asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mia nodded, her heart racing. “I think… I think we should go.”
But the ring felt heavy in her hand, and a strange compulsion pulled her deeper into the cabin. “Wait,” she said. “What if it can help us? What if it can bring Clara back?”
As she spoke her name, the air grew colder still, and the shadows in the room seemed to pulse with life. The cabin transformed, revealing glimpses of Clara’s past—laughter, joy, and then the stark moments of her disappearance. Mia could feel the sadness swell, and in that moment, she understood: Clara wasn’t just a ghost; she was a part of the town’s grief.
Jake, sensing Mia’s struggle, grabbed her arm. “We can’t stay here! We have to leave!”
Reluctantly, she released the ring, letting it drop back onto the table. The moment it touched the wood, a breath of wind swept through the cabin, as if the spirit of Clara was finally set free. The shadows receded, and the room brightened, filling with warmth.
As they stumbled back outside, Mia felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The woods were quiet now, the oppressive sadness lifting. “Maybe we weren’t meant to bring her back,” she said softly. “Maybe we were just meant to remember.”
They walked away, knowing they’d share the story of the ring but also the lesson learned: some losses are best honored by letting go. The woods held their secrets, but Mia and Jake were grateful to have seen a glimpse of the past, forever marked by a hollow ring and the sadness that once enveloped Eldridge.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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What an enchanting story Brenda! Thanks for joining in. Loved this.
Thank-you so much for reading.