THE RING

fictional story that takes place during the 1950's...

 

Henry leaned against the lamp-post, his head thrown back, eyes closed, as the raindrops pelted his face and poured down his neck. The cold water stung as it traveled through the open collar of his shirt and down his chest. Get the guts, fella. He looked down at his feet and shook his head, the water droplets scattering on his already-wet shoulders.

 

"You've gotta stop being so stupid," he growled, scuffing his feet on the wet sidewalk. However, the image in his mind and the tight feeling throughout his chest and torso continued to plague him. He hadn't slept for nearly a week now.

 

"Stupid, heh?"

 

The snarling voice that spoke startled Henry. He looked up and squinted at the man through his water-ridden blond lashes. The man who spoke stood there in a long black raincoat and a fedora, an almost goblin-like grin on his tough, wrinkled face.

 

"Heh?" the man said again, tipping his head. "Stupid?"

 

Henry pushed himself back from the lamp-post and leaned his hands into his pockets. He turned sideways from the man, looking down the dim grey street. "Yeah. It's me."

 

The man gave an acidic, almost wild laugh. Henry stared at him.

 

"You know, son," the man gasped between chuckles. "You know, there's only one thing that will make a man stand out in the rain like this, calling himself an idiot. And that's a woman."

 

Henry shook his head and rolled his eyes, leaning back on the lamp-post toward the empty street. His back was to the sidewalk so that the man wouldn't be able to see the grimace on his face.

 

"Ah ha," the man said. From the distance of his voice, he still had not moved. "I see I am correct." The smugness in his voice made Henry want to turn around and sock him. "At the same time, I'll bet you're getting not even five hours of sleep a night."

 

Henry turned around so fast that the rain that had been gathering on his head dripped down the side of his face. "How did you know?" he asked, giving a loose shudder as the cold water traced down his shoulder.

 

The man shrugged, but his face said he knew more than Henry would have guessed. "We've all been there at some point, sonny," he said. "A purty broad bats her eyelashes our way a couple times, and soon enough we're sleepless, dreaming of her long legs and red lips, listening to records of Frank Sinatra, standing in the rain. It's inevitable, my good man. What you do about it is the thing that will make or break the man."

 

"What do you mean?" Henry asked.

 

The man dug for a cigarette and lit it. He took a long puff, then said, "A lot o' men, oh they just give in to their purty little notions and get married, thinking that married life is going to be perfect. That's what they think, son. And the first two weeks are purty exciting for him. Would be for anybody. But they get two months into the marriage, and their wife doesn't stop talking, never stops nagging, and the man either has to submit himself to what she wants him to be, or take the bit and get outta there, losing over half his money and dragging a little label on him."

 

Henry stood still. "I don't believe you. She loves me."

 

The man laughed again. "Sure you do. And she probably does. But love ain't the thing you think it is. Men and women, that's where they get mixed up. Love for a man is sex when he comes home at night. Now, don't look at me like that. You know it's true, deep down, you know it is. 'Neath all those purty feelings. Love for a woman is just hugs and kisses, and feeling beautiful, and new clothes and a nice kitchen where she can have her friends over for cooking parties. Marriage ain't really for each other. It's you for yourself and she for herself. That's the world. It runs on selfishness."

 

Henry shook his head. "I don't believe you." As he stood there in the rain, this man seemed like a nightmare, someone come to haunt him. His hand, buried deep in his pocket, closed over the little gold band. He rubbed it between his fingers. It was cold.

 

The man grinned at the defensive edge in his voice. "But the smart one...now, he's the one who gets what he really wants in life. Gets love when he wants it, gets money when he works for it, no little female clinging to his ear every minute of every day..."

 

Henry closed his eyes, felt his eyelashes spatter the fresh rain on his cheeks. His heart swelled until he thought it might burst. "Stop it."

 

The man continued to talk, his snarling voice tearing away at Henry's ears, making him nauseous. "...every minute is his own, when he wants it..."

 

"STOP IT!" Henry yelled.

 

The voice stopped.

 

When Henry opened his eyes, the man was not there. He stared at the spot where the man had stood, then looked up and down the sidewalk, and over his shoulder. The street and sidewalk was empty. The rain spattered on his forehead, and his shirt clung to his chest.

 

"I don't believe you," Henry said, his mouth numb.

 

-----

 

He stopped by her house at noon. Betty was beautiful as she came down the stairs, nearly flying into Henry's arms in her pretty white dress that showed off her long legs. Her mouth almost seemed to drip with dark red lipstick, and her vixen eyes were shadowed with makeup.

 

"Henry's here!" she called to the household. "Goodbye everyone! Goodbye!"

 

They drove up into the mountains to a little picnic spot that overlooked the city. As Henry laid out the checkered blanket and carried over the picnic basket, he found himself unable to look at Betty. She talked a lot, he noticed, and when he had told her that she was beautiful, she had said, "I love you." The words made his gut tighten, but not in a good way.

 

"Henry? Is something wrong?" Betty asked, pulling out the sandwiches.

 

He shook his head.

 

Betty set the forks down. "Something's wrong, Henry." She scooted over and straightened his collar, then set her hand on his. "You're not listening to me."

 

You're not listening to me. The words swirled in his head. You're not listening to me. "I am listening to you," his mouth said.

 

"Come on, darling, what's wrong?"

 

Henry shook his head. "Nothing." He stood up and walked to the edge of the outcropping that overlooked the town. "I'm okay, Betty." He put his hand in his pocket, and pulled it out.

 

"Henry?"

 

Henry felt the coldness of the metal between his fingers; he looked at the forty-foot drop in front of him.

 

"Henry?" Betty's voice stretched with concern.

 

He reached his hand out.

 

"Henry?" She was coming up behind him.

 

Slowly, he opened his fingers.

 

He turned around. "Yes, Betty?"

Author's Note

Okay, what did you think of this, other than the fact that it's depressing?

Oh, and I don't agree with this at all. You may take it as you wish. For myself, I wrote it more to show how the world (the old man) can influence people for bad.

Reviews

[Caleb Benton]

I am in awe. You have addressed a very important issue here; human selfishness. People can be together for years and be absolutely fine, but when it comes to marriage, things get difficult. I think the ideal relationship is a friendship. Anything beyond that requires that we stop putting ourselves first, which few people are actually capable of. Yes, we like to tell ourselves otherwise, but in reality we are all selfish. We dont want to love, we want to be loved. Thats why we seek out relationships in the first place.

[Jim]

Not necessarily deppressing, but the opening part of the story reminded me of Casablanca for some reason. Not bad.. keep going.

[JuliePetunia]

I think its brilliant! It gets you thinking, and I love how you put in both sides. Me thinks I shall favorite this now!

[heido]

Food for Thought. A ring was originally used in the cases of primitive "marriage" because there is a vein that extends from the "Ring finger" directly to the heart. This was originally meant to signify the owning of ones being, their life force as your own. We know this because of how important the heart is to many cultures as the centre of ones being.

Now on the marriage front, C.S. Lewis a Christian and philosopher in his book Mere Christianity said that love is not the thing meant to sustain a marriage. Rather it is the begging "Big Bang" to speak metaphysically of a relationship. The initial expansion of that want of companionship it is in marriage that the general respect and companionship is meant to thrive.

Well done!

[Alicante lullaby]

gripping and very well written,you so beautifully have expressed human nature,,,a very witty write and yes, depressing,,,,but then people do marry,,,and iam wondering whether henry was smart or stupid ,,,are those married smart or stupid,,,,,

[Slender Smile/Husna Tay..]

Oh Oh! It is depressing.:((
But then, the end doesn't exactly tell us whether he threw the ring or just turned around and proposed to her.
Marriage is a very beautiful relationship built on love, trust and understanding.
A little patience and u r good to go through the trials and tribulations of marriage. I am married for exactly one year, one month, 10 days.....and I am loving every minute of it. I can say the same about about my husband....:)))

[melissa]

very nice i really enjoyed it:)

[alan khan]

an incredibly well written story. pretty strong, and really full of a lot of feeling. i enjoyed it. great work.

[larryb]

Well done and Henry is a little b***h BTW lol

[Hello, Goodbye]

This is great... love the depression in it.

[Tony Woods]

I really liked this story, it flows well, I think this is because you wrote it in short paragraphs, which makes it a quick read but it was done well enough to not make it a choppy or turbulent read.

I think the struggle with commitment is probably more of a guy thing, I don't know what it is but us guys seem to hear the word marriage and want to turn around and run as far away as we can...I can't explain it but I've seen it with my own eyes. It is sad that Henry doesn't trust his own feelings enough to go on with it, but it isn't a foreign concept for sure, rational or not.

As much as I hate to admit it, it seems as though the world does rn on selfishness. We don't want to believe it but throughout life the case is bilt more and more.