Our fist installment in the saga is From Charlotte to Chavette. A young swindler in London meets a posh and proper lady, but his perfect woman is someone as dishonest and lowdown as himself...
“Wait, what about that one? The one in the back?” asked the customer, pointing at the
display case.
“Ah, this one?” asked the salesman, holding up the ring in question. A dull, faded opal
sad in the middle of wreath of silver, gothic vines. “Ah, to be honest, I didn’t think
we’d get much interest in it. It was recently dug up from some castle in Eastern Europe. Nothing too noteworthy, save for the legend some of the gypsies were saying about it.”
“Legend? What legend?” asked the customer.
“Well...they said that the ring had the power to transform the wearer into the perfect
match for whoever gave them the ring,” the salesman began. “But, they also added that there was a dark aura...”
“Never mind that, perfect match, eh? Looks like we’ve got a winner. How much for it?”
The salesman and the customer settled up, and the ring was placed in a felt box with the jewelry shop’s logo. As turned to leave the shop, he was bumped into by a man with burberry cap and a dark leather jacket.
“Sorry, mate, you dropped this?” asked the man with the red hair, as he held out a small, felt box.
“Thanks,” replied the customer, as he walked out the door, tightly clutching the box,
which of course had nothing in it except a piece of chewing gum.