My Diamond Has Tasted Flesh And Likes It
I got engaged about a month ago. It was a beautiful surprise, and I'm thrilled to be getting married to the love of my life. However, since getting engaged, there has been one drawback that has come up. My ring has now, a month since I started wearing it, attacked three people.
I know what you're thinking. "Carina, that's ridiculous. It's an inanimate object. Rings can't attack people."
You might be right, but I've got one fiance and two friends who would beg to differ.
At first it started out like an accident. I was in my social dance class, and one of my friends there was feeling feverish, and asked me to confirm her suspicions. With an instinct guided by years of checking children for fevers, I pressed the outside of my left hand to her forehead, promptly stabbing her sensitive head-skin with my new diamond ring. My friend responded with a loud "ow!" and I quickly apologized in the most profuse manner. We made up, and I resolved to be more aware of where my ring was in relation to others' faces.
The second attack was inevitable. Pain is comedy gold, and so are awkward situations, and so I was telling my friends about the first ring attack. One of my friends was skeptical, and so I thought to demonstrate to him how it could happen. My intention was to gently press my hand to his forehead. I might have overcompensated a little bit. He did not escape unscathed.
Weeks passed. I figured those attacks were flukes, brought on by the newness of my ring. Until last night.
I was cuddling with Isaiah, my fiance, and as sometimes happens, we started tickling each other. His arm was on top of mine, and so when I jerked my hands back to protect my sides, my ring dragged along the underside of his arm. This was immediately greeted with a cry of pain and "diamonds hurt!" A long scratch now exists on Isaiah's forearm.
I am afraid there is no going back. My diamond, like many supernatural horror monsters, has gathered a taste for human flesh. Who knows the consequences if its hunger isn't satiated.
I know what you're thinking. "Carina, that's ridiculous. It's an inanimate object. Rings can't attack people."
You might be right, but I've got one fiance and two friends who would beg to differ.
At first it started out like an accident. I was in my social dance class, and one of my friends there was feeling feverish, and asked me to confirm her suspicions. With an instinct guided by years of checking children for fevers, I pressed the outside of my left hand to her forehead, promptly stabbing her sensitive head-skin with my new diamond ring. My friend responded with a loud "ow!" and I quickly apologized in the most profuse manner. We made up, and I resolved to be more aware of where my ring was in relation to others' faces.
The second attack was inevitable. Pain is comedy gold, and so are awkward situations, and so I was telling my friends about the first ring attack. One of my friends was skeptical, and so I thought to demonstrate to him how it could happen. My intention was to gently press my hand to his forehead. I might have overcompensated a little bit. He did not escape unscathed.
Weeks passed. I figured those attacks were flukes, brought on by the newness of my ring. Until last night.
I was cuddling with Isaiah, my fiance, and as sometimes happens, we started tickling each other. His arm was on top of mine, and so when I jerked my hands back to protect my sides, my ring dragged along the underside of his arm. This was immediately greeted with a cry of pain and "diamonds hurt!" A long scratch now exists on Isaiah's forearm.
I am afraid there is no going back. My diamond, like many supernatural horror monsters, has gathered a taste for human flesh. Who knows the consequences if its hunger isn't satiated.
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