Chrysos

It was a good few years ago that you lost your favourite ring. Last you saw it, you were on a beach down south. You were telling Chrysos about the story, and about how much you wished you had it back. He spoke with the most serious tone, “I’ll find it for you. But you’ll owe me.” You laugh incredulously, “If you find that ring, I’ll do anything.” “Then I want you to vent to me, genuinely.”