The Ring in the cup

His knees shivered as he walked through the cold and dark streets of 1965. It was silent, and the only noise you could ever hear was the sound of the rain, Pouring over wherever it would land on. Frightened, he gritted his teeth as he reached for a cigarette in his pocket. Scared of what could be, he tried to keep his cool as he laid his back on an old lamppost. He stared at the blank scenery of the road where traces of violence and stains of blood were clearer than his sweat running through his temples. In the walls, in every corner, in each door, in every windowsill, it was there. The rain poured harder as he waited while his hat was soaked up by his thoughts instead of the rain. His coat didn’t do any good too. Suddenly, the bell rang. It was his cue. The final decision was made; He needed to get out of there, as fast as he could. The once lonely walk became a marathon for his life. Loud footsteps were heard just around the corner. He ran, He needed to get out of there. He wanted to change it. He begged and wished for mercy, but he was not allowed. He’s not one of the noblemen in town, he doesn’t have any money left to pay it all off. He can’t risk the life of his beloved just for his freedom, He just can’t. But, just as he’s about to go away, he stopped in front of an old vintage teacup store. Beautiful teacups were displayed and aligned in front of a broken window. He smiled as he picked a teacup. Then, all of a sudden… BANG! A loud noise coming from a gun shot one of the teacups and broke it into pieces. The man fell on the floor, he was lucky he’s not yet dead. He ran away and left the store but the gunshots from those armed men continued and it became a bloody fight for survival.

The next day, the owner of the teacup store was dumbfounded as she saw the remains of her once beautiful shop that was now designed with wreckage and blood. Almost half of the ceramic teacups in her store were damaged and destroyed. She was frustrated and mad for what happened to her store as she took a broom and began sweeping the floors. A teacup, which was shimmering in the early morning sunlight, caught her eye. It was still in great shape and she was delighted to save one. But, as she raised the teacup in her hands, She suddenly felt odd. She felt as if there was something strange inside the cup. A ring. She cried and fell to floor, for she knew the owner of the ring and her heart was torn apart. She kept the ring closer to her heart as she wept. And wept. And wept. Her thoughts began to overpower her but one idea stood out the most. She got up and left everything except for the ring in her hand. While she walked to the distant sun, she repeated 2 words over and over again: Revenge and justice.