A Surrey State of Affairs

by Ceri Radford

  Alex called Rupert away; Jeffrey caught up with me and I put my hand in his pocket. He clutched it, and it took him a few moments to realize that I was wearing the ring he had bought me, which on a whim I had fished out of his bedside table, where it was crammed in between Golf Monthly and a miniature Swiss Army knife key ring. He rubbed his thumb over the smooth, cold metal and smiled at me, and at exactly that moment a joyful note pierced the thin air as from up in the belfry the bells, the glorious bells, rang out.