The diamond emitted its own energy—projecting the color of the
caribbean sea onto the otherwise white linoleum floor.
“It’s spectacular, Derrick.” The awe of the moment stole the
emphasis and emotion from my words. I stated them blankly,
distracted by the immense beauty of the intricately cut and
otherworldly size of the diamond.
I was ashamed. Such a magnificent treasure sat in the kitchen
of my trailer home like royalty would in a horse barn.
I’d never tell Derrick how dissatisfied I was with my own life.
The instant I looked away from the diamond I saw the same rat
grey cabinets and the same mouse brown counter. Dirty dishes
were piled high. One mocking plate stuck out, still crusted with
ketchup from my two-hot-dog-dinner four nights ago. The rusty red
ugliness smeared the plate and clashed against the emanating
I lost control.
“John?” Derrick noticed my silent tears fall. My self hatred had
tipped over -- trickling down my cheek in the faint glow.