Lukeman Exercise 3 | Katrina Cox

I didn't see any exercises at the conclusion of part three of the book, but I thought I'd give writing with a colon another shot and using italics.

The ring around her neck almost seemed to mock her. She reached behind her neck and undid the clasp, letting the smooth metal pool together in her hand. She ran her fingertips around the ring, imitating the circle. She thought about what it used to mean. It meant that she was his, that they were in love, that nothing would get between them.

She slipped the ring on her finger and sighed. The day he had given her the ring was a day she would never forget. He had looked her in the eyes and opened the small case on one bended knee. She had teared up, throwing her arms around his neck and saying how much she loved him.

She set the ring down on the table, stopping the memories she had held so precious to her heart. How happy she had been was more than she could bear. She had to admit that what he had said didn't mean what she had thought it meant. It was merely a ring, no longer a symbol of the promises they had made to each other.

Tears ran down her cheeks. The heartache of his unfaithfulness was like a knife, mercilessly massacring what was left of her heart. The thought of him chosing another woman, or two others for that matter, plagued her mind. Not a night had gone by since she had found out where she had slept peacefully without nightmare or night terror.

The telephone rang, startling her out of her morose reverie. She looked down at the caller ID felt the world spin around her: it was him.