How Like the Ring
by Tolle Lege
In zero gravity he played a game with my wedding ring, throwing it at my finger and seeking to snare it, me trying to catch it on my outstretched finger. A game of horseshoes and hearts, he said, and we laughed.
How like the ring we were. Our ship was drifting through the stars, (A ring drifting towards another home,) passing billions of stars. When I first came on board, I knew that I would need a husband, a father for the children we would populate our new home with, and so amongst the passengers he and I drifted towards each other.
He told me he would always love me when he put it on my hand. He said he would take care of me, and I would have nothing to be afraid of.
How many times he has sent the ring towards me and I failed to catch it. How lucky I was when it landed on my finger that first time.
Like our ring so often has, our ship missed its course, and so for many months our arrival was delayed, and we began to prepare for the life we would be bringing into the world. Patrick, if it was a boy, Patricia if it was a girl. But like our ship, something in our love seemed to have shifted, and I found the messages he'd sent to his lover, the hidden plans they'd made together.