I am a collector, a jeweller by trade, my shop sits in the shadows of Ireland’s holy mountain, on the shores of The Wild Atlantic Way. I make and sell semi-precious jewellery set in exquisite designs. Moonstone necklaces which dance in the light, flawless amber rings surrounded by glistening sliver, earrings created from the most delicate of aquamarine.
In the ten years since my arrival in the West of Ireland the shop has become famous. The business thrives throughout the year. Drawn by the delicacy of the jewellery, customers are beguiled by my unique creations. I have had many shops in many places but none has been as popular as this one. My fame has spread far beyond the coastline of Clew Bay. Rings are my speciality; I am a master, a magician in the art of confidence. A ring can enhance and flatter the most unbecoming of hands. I like to think of myself as a confidante, an adviser, particularly for female customers. Rose quartz rings to elongate fingers, morganite to enrich slender hands, serpentine and shell stone to heal broken hearts, turquoise to boost confidence. Tell me your story and I will identify your stone.
My reputation as a master of rings is strengthened by the fact that I never forget a face. Wander into my shop in June, payday money burning in your hand. Your heart set on a citrine quartz ring. Both you and your purchase will be imprinted on my brain. Return in December searching for a Christmas present for your mother and I will guide you immediately to the cabinet which housed your summer prize.
My gift has served me well. I mentioned that I was a collector. I like to accumulate items which far more exclusive than the most precious of stones. It’s a passion which has been with me since I planned my first killing. My shops are a useful stage for trapping my prey. If you take my fancy, be very careful on that second or third trip to my empire. Once I have found out about your routine and circumstances; you might be leaving with a little more than a new bauble for a friend.
Listen out for the click of the lock as I close my shop and follow you home, or feel my breath on the back of your neck as you walk to your car. My heart rate quickening as I anticipate the thrill of acquiring you as my next trophy, the latest addition to my ever growing collection of souls.
Marian Jennings ©