The hawk screeched and dived toward its prey. Jen held her breath and screamed when one of the talons clipped the pigeon’s wing, leaving it powerless, plummeting to the ground.
She ran across the field toward the fallen dove, flailing her arms and shrieking at the hawk.
Jen kneeled down beside the motionless bird. “You’re a beauty,” she cooed and delicately slid her fingers under its shaking belly. Her beaded ring brushed against a tiny metal leg band.
And that was the moment Jen felt it in her heart. This feathered friend was a survivor. And so was she.
I wrote this in response to Charli Mills’ April 13th Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a ring. Keep the definition to that of jewelry. Whose ring is it and what’s its significance. Go where the prompt leads.