Monday was a beautiful clear day at Coney Island. While walking on the beach and telling stories we started searching for a diamond ring, the one left behind last summer by a distraught soul upset by her lover. We didn't find it. That night my sister and I went to see Two Lovers at the 69th Street Cinema. The film was made in Brighton Beach, right in the same spot where we had been in afternoon. Its a disjointed story about a sad guy buffeted by his feelings for two women. In the final scene, he ends up on the boardwalk, with a diamond ring which he throws down on the sand while he contemplates how to end it all.
Finally he picks it up and takes it with him, but I'm sure there is another one there somewhere.
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