The Ring_(0)

?No shit man, I?m telling you, go to the shop. For a price, the lady will give you something awesome,? Dave said. He was leaning back in his chair, steadying himself with one hand grasping the edge of the table. The other hand was holding a necklace out for inspection. Comments about its beauty had been resounding around the table for minutes now. The necklace had a thick gold chain, and its pendant was a big circular disk of gold that barely fit in the palm of his hand. A purple jewel sat in the center and took up much of the front surface?s space. With all its beauty, it was Dave?s boast on how it gave him unbridled good luck that caused upset in the group of friends.

?Bullshit,? Frank responded commenting on the good luck. He was a firm believer that magic wasn?t real, and his skepticism was well established over such things. Claims such as Dave?s were outlandish.

Everyone laughed. The group of five friends were at their favorite bar Molly?s. It was a place that allowed for great conversation and often great games of D