She inched along the coastline, sweeping the head of her rented metal detector slowly, methodically across the wide-open beach.
She knew she looked ridiculous, but didn’t care. Appearance was the least of her concerns.
He had popped the question on a Tuesday, just three days ago. But the ring was gone now, having vanished during a lazy day at the beach.
The band was too big, she knew. It should be resized, she thought. There was still plenty of time, she decided.
A family heirloom, passed down over multiple generations, lost in an ocean of hot sand.
Hopefully, not forever…
The Weekday One Hundred 