The Ring. Ashley Summerfield

'You married then, fella?'     The question shook me from my thoughts, as it so often did. I was relieved to be wearing gloves. This spared me from looking at the pale patch of skin that once sported a wedding band. The memory of Lily was a scar that would never heal.     'No,' I grunted to the taxi driver. 'You know what? I'll just hop out here. What do I owe you?'