I saw a brand new single rose, still in its plastic, just lying on the sidewalk near the max platform. With nobody around I said to myself, "hey! Free rose!" As if I found a $20 bill on the ground.
I picked it up and took two steps and stopped. My mind flooded. Was this someone's rose? Not dropped, but placed in memory? Had it fallen from a boy's hand when he realized the girl wasn't coming? It wasn't my found rose to keep.
With my heart a little sad, I turned around and placed it back where I had found it.
