Finger Well

This is a story that I wrote last week. It is only ten sentences long and the last line is quite a happy mistake!

Finger Well

Anna Rohaly

I went to get water from the well that morning but found nothing was well. I found no clear water in my bucket, just murky red liquid and a severed finger with a ring. The ring, a wide gold band with an emerald gem, had an inscription saying Don't ever betray my love. The sheriff was called but never came to our ranch because his wife was ill. He never did call my father, the town doctor. She died two days later. The funeral was small and the casket kept shut. I wore the ring when I offered my condolences to the sheriff. He turned pale when I took his hand, knowing the words cut there. Then I gave him the finger and left.