The Copper Jewl
I never planned or expected anything to come from the earring. A trinket, something you would pick up and pocket without thinking about the why, only that it is, in some way, interesting or novel. I found the ring some Thursday night, returning home from a pub staggering around in an altered state due to a few pints of beer and a couple shots of liquor rushing through my veins. My wandering eyes must have landed on a slight twinkle, probably in a gutter somewhere, but the exact location...