you little ring

What was on my finger?

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Copyright © 2008, Michael M Wayman

There was a big crowd outside the house at the bottom of the street. He was shouting at her and she was shouting at him. Suddenly the wind changed and the door shut – they were locked out. The door was now the target of all those bad words. And not just words. Everything that could be thrown was. He hit his wife with a rose bush, she got him with the holly hocks. Poor garden!

I rushed forward. Stand back! I will open the door with magic. Stand back!

I ran against the door – it was locked. I looked to the skies and chanted.

Chog! Oh, Chog! Chog! Oh, Chog!

Everybody looked up while I secretly unlocked the door with the key that he had given me, but I left the door closed.

Chog! Oh, Chog! Chog! Oh, Chog!
Let all the round creatures of the air turn the lock round!
Chog! Oh, Chog! Chog! Oh, Chog!
Let all the rotation in the air rotate the lock and open!
Chog! Oh, Chog! Chog! Oh, Chog!

I screamed this several times and staggered backwards from the door. Unfortunately I tripped and fell on my back in the flower bed. I was not hurt but winded.

Long silence.
She is in a trance.
She is a witch.
Ha, ha! She just a silly girl – the door is still locked.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see an open window.

Suddenly the wind changed and the door swung open. Long silence.

What was wrong? It did not take long to find out. He was having an affair with the lady at the top of the street and he was ignoring his wife. What to do?

Next Monday morning I was waiting in his house for him when his wife came in. Big surprise! She was always at work on Monday mornings.

What the hell are you doing here? Been using your magic again. You little...

I've left the word out – I may be many things, but not that. I told her what I do with her husband and she called me by my real name – that was nice. Then she sat down and cried – that was not nice.

I put my arms around her and promised her that I would fix her problems. She looked at me but she did not understand. And I will make you happy, very happy indeed.

Later that day I went to the top of the street and rang the bell. Everybody wants to talk to a sweet, little, thirteen-year-old girl. Put the kettle on.

I told the lady at the top of the street what I do with the man at the bottom of the street. The kettle purred.

I told the lady at the top of the street what the man at the bottom of the street does with her, the lady at the top of the street. The kettle growled.

I asked the lady at the top of the street what the people in the street would do when they heard what the man at the bottom of the street does with me and with her, the lady at the top of the street. The kettle boiled.

Oh, you silly little girl! Where do you read that? In a Sunday newspaper? You make up silly stories. I'll give you a box of chocolates and you can run home and forget about it.

ring

I said nothing. I held up my arm. What was on my finger?

She called me all the bad names she could think of. She called me by my real name, very nice. I asked her to repeat it.

What do you want? You want to blackmail me. I suppose you want money.

No, not that. I have enough of that.

This is true. The man at the bottom of the street always shoves folded hundred-dollar bills in the top of my blouse; and I've got the keys to his car too.

I want you! I said. All of you! Forget the man at the bottom of the street. That's finished. I will make you happy, very happy indeed.

Yes, it is true that I have to share the lady at the bottom of the street and her husband, but I've got all of the lady at the top of the street.