“I love you.”
Her hands stilled. Thankfully the terrace was deserted.
She peered at him from behind the sari as she hung it out to dry.
He was looking at the horizon.
“You’re aware of our financial condition. As the eldest, I have responsibilities.”
“I’ve got a job in Jaipur. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
What about me?
“I have nothing to offer you.”
Then why say you love me?
“Ma’s going to talk to your mother.”
Her eyes flew to his.
“Will you take my family as yours?”
She drew patterns with her toe.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for hosting this inspiring challenge and Danny Bowman for the amazing photo that prompted the stories to write themselves. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.