The older couple who greeted them at the welcome center had been cordial enough, but when they warned him about the fairies, he had guffawed into his coat sleeve at the quaintness of it all. He wondered to himself why on earth he had agreed to come here for his honeymoon.
That evening at dinner they quarreled over how much tip to leave, both of them exhausted from meticulously retracing their hike three times in the dense fog searching for his lost wedding ring. The couple at the welcome center had irritated him further with their suggestion that not only had he brought the loss upon himself, but that there was no chance of recovering the ring. The fairies have surely made off with it. The thought of their earnest sincerity made his blood boil.
Two years later, as he signed the divorce papers, that miserable day flashed into his mind, and regret seized him by the throat. Choking back tears, he finally understood how a million small choices define a life.
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