She claims it weighs nothing, more, that it is powerful enough to float up and carry her along with it, by the finger, as it cuts through the crystal air, winking facets shattering the sunlight, shooting piercing laser rainbows in a flashing spray. I sigh and nod and the salesman slips it onto her finger and the moment he does her hand goes crashing through the glass case, splintering through the wood cabinet and down to the floor where the gem tries to dig into the ground, tries to drill into the earth, to worm itself back into the womb, return to the crushing darkness that formed it, dragging her along with it.
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