I sat on the commuter train on Saturday night. I was on my way back to the city after visiting my family, and when I reached over to grab a left-behind-newspaper, I saw something on the train floor. It was a ring. It looked cheap and of that kind you get when you buy candy in a vending machine. I picked it up. It still looked cheap.
Then I discovered -- it had an inscription.
Barbro 30/9 1961.
That's when I decided to put the ring in my pocket and go to the lost-and-found department on Valentine's Day tomorrow and hope for the owner to search for it there.
After all, being with Barbro since 1961 is a pretty darn romantic thing. After all, Valentine's Day is a pretty darn romantic thing.
Photograph, text, and Swenglish syntax © Sandra 2006
