This a tale by
artist Anne-marie
Creamer. For more
information about the
project which
this tale has provoked
please go to
http://www.ellipses.eu/
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www.amcreamer.net
Dear Reader,
It started early one morning about six or seven years ago as I got ready to board the
seven-thirty train to Plymouth. Or maybe it was before then when I bought myself a
breakfast for the journey of hot coffee and a bagel in Paddington Station. The train was
on an unusual platform I hadn’t been to before on the far side of the station. I climbed
on-board to find the carriage still empty. The train had still not been cleaned from the
previous journey, and so as I singled out my seat I noticed a plastic cup that had about
one inch of cold coffee at its bottom, and which still had not been cleared from the
folding tabletop beside my seat. Putting down my bags I decided to clear away the
rubbish and so picked up the cup and walked to a nearby rubbish bin. As I carried it I
heard something inside the cup rattle. I put it deep into the bin. A moment later, for
reasons that to this day I cannot discern, I decided to retrieve it again. I held the cup in
my hand and paused. I pushed my bare fingers into the cold coffee, and found I had
fished out two gold rings, one a worn wedding ring, and another that had a number of
tiny diamonds that formed a circle around light blue precious stone. This caused a
series of little shocks in me, and after I returned to my seat to eat my bagel, for the rest
of my journey, with the slightly bitter taste of coffee in my mouth, I nervously eyed the
rings. It seemed to me I was left with a certain responsibility I felt I did not entirely
understand of what to do with the rings. I kept them.
Some months later my Mother was visiting me, and she viewed the superstition with
which I regarded the rings with some irreverence. You do know that whatever
happened it wasn’t the rings fault? I would like to take this one with the blue stone, i