Stolen Proposal

Trembling, I slowly insert my hand into my left coat pocket to grab the ring. I can feel the soft felt of the lining on my fingers. My hand has traveled this very path dozens of times before, practicing how to smoothly remove it from its pocketed hold. I cautiously bring my hand back into the sunlight and extend the ring, stone-side up, glistening. I hear a gasp to my right as I watch the hooded man disappear with my life's savings in the palm of his hand. I turn to my right- and in tears, my girlfriend says 'Yes!'