HIDDEN BEHIND THE POWERS OF THE BLUE RING
"Oh. My. God ! I haven't seen you in ages !! How have you been ?!" Tommy's mom stretched her braceletted arms out to embrace his cousin. The two women shook squeaking sounds out of each other as their bodies teetered back and forth in giddy excitement. All around them other relatives got caught up on love and work, lost and found. The newlyweds - the apparent centerpiece of the occasion - had gone off to get post-ceremony photos taken and were all but forgotten.
Tommy held his hands up to his face in shame.
"Have. I. Ever. Missed. You ! What have you been doing ?" Tommy's mom shrieked through a mouth gaping open with pristine white molars.
Tommy stayed frozen behind his hands and a blue ring which was an investment of hope against horror. He had bought it in an antiques shop under a spell of belief that it had the potential for magic and would transport him into another world. He just needed to supply the power. He needed to believe another reality into place.
"You. Look. So. Great ! Wow, we've got so much catching up to do," she continued to giggle.
I. Must. Believe. Tommy thought to himself.
"It. Has. Been. A. Blast !! I guess I'll see you you at the next family function," his mom said, concluding a conversation she had repeated countless times that afternoon.
I. Must. Believe. Tommy thought to himself, repeating his well worn mantra, dreaming into his magical blue ring of a family where people talked about something that mattered.