Free at Last?

Enough is enough is enough, he smouldered darkly. His thoughts weren't subdued in the least by the grudging awareness that this was a disaster of his own making.

His eyes fell upon the handheld propane torch hanging above the workbench. Its canister was still full, he noted, his mood immediately brightening. The object of his scorn before him; the sweet "whoof" as the tip burst into flame.

He couldn't manage anything but a madman's triumphant grin when his wife stormed into the living room an hour later.

"Just because you've melted down your wedding ring, doesn't mean you're not married!"