the rings cycle - j. zafra
The Rings cycle
Last
Thursday I was at Shangri-la Mall and I used the pay washroom on the
sixth floor. I took off my rings, washed my hands, and hurried back to
my lunch appointment. I didn’t realize that I’d left the rings beside
the sink until I was on my way home more than an hour later. The rings
weren’t valuable or anything: one was a red-and-green glass ring that I
bought for change in a market in Florence, the other was a tiger’s eye
ring my friend got for me in Quiapo. I figured they were gone, I wasn’t
despondent, but I decided to try calling the mall to see if anyone had
turned them in. I got the information desk, which referred me to the
security guard on the sixth floor. While I waited on the phone, the
guard, Mr. Tabayoyong, went to the pay washroom and asked the attendant
to check if the rings were still there. And they were! The rings were
sent to the Lost and Found.
Saturday I went to Shangri-La to retrieve them. I asked the ground
floor information desk where the Lost and Found was. The desk person
said she would handle it, and she asked me to tell the story of the
lost rings from beginning to end. Then she sent me to the fifth floor,
where the guard on duty told me to tell the story of the lost rings
from beginning to end. By this time I was tempted to embellish the tale
with the histories of Sauron, the line of Isildur, and the land of
Mordor where the shadows lie, but I guess they were just being thorough.
Finally the person in charge came out of the office with my rings,
and I had to tell the story of the lost rings from beginning to end,
and I always start blubbering when I get to Theoden’s last stand on the Pellenor Fields. But I finally got my rings back, precioussss.
— taken from http://jessicarulestheuniverse.com/
astig na site ito for us jessica zafra/twisted fanatics. it’s a good read while urgently waiting for the next book in the twisted series to come out. meanwhile, for those who hated or didn’t comprehend the irony embedded in the twisted series, go back to reading your sweet valley high books.
