Magic ring Stories

“Well, hurry up,” the old man barked as we stood there in the cold, dirty alley. “Are you gonna take it or not?” I stared at the ring resting in the palm of his outstretched, shriveled-up hand. If what the strange old man had said was true, it would change my life. If it wasn’t, I’d be out $237. Taking a deep breath, I looked the man in his weathered gray eyes before letting out a sigh. Despite my better judgment, I reach...