“Watch”, he said and poured the fluid in a funnel.
As the last drop left the funnel, the slit in the metal box placed under it shut and the box’s walls began to compress. When it seemed the box would deform beyond repair, it fell apart like a sheet. At its center laid a perfect looking ruby.
He kneeled and offered the stone to her as if holding a ring, ‘Will you marry me?’
“Oh Romeo…” She bent and whispered in his ear, “You need the real thing with me”.
“Here,” he whispered back in her ear, “give these samples to your boss. He needs to decide fast”.
Friday Flash fiction for Madison’s photo prompt!