In My Desperate Time

In the crowded Prague Square, Frances and I are lost in our amorous kiss.

This kiss is sweet and fresh as ever many years later.

After the fierce kiss, Frances pulls me into the carriage, and we wander around the square.

I still stare at the ring on my finger and can't look away.

"Frances, where did you get this?"

I ask again.

My perseverance prevails and Frances explains to me, "I bought this ring at the auction that day."

An auction?

I remember Frances came back in a good mood then. It turns out it was because he obtained this ring.

It is safe to assume that he has been planning on proposing to me since then.

No wonder he has been acting so mysteriously these days. It has been about the upcoming proposal arranged in secret.

I am so touched by him.

and he

ring was given to his favorite concubine by Ramses II. He loved that woman all his life. I bought this ring to prove I would

to realize every word that comes

the clichés become the

lean against his shoulder, my heart filled

away all my displeasure from these past few

three days. Then Frances decides it is time to go home because a project in

to my parents, we get on the

back to the company, and I go home in

has returned, and Sabina

to make you so much

and says to me

nod, walk over,

notices the ring on my

bought this particular ring for you." Old Mr. Louis

happier when he

for a while, I go

tired from the long flight that I

take my phone to check the time. It is already five o'clock in the afternoon. Frances should be back

The phone vibrates.