Will You Walk into My Parlor?
“No.” She refused.
The ring clattered to the floor. “I thought you wanted us to marry!”
“I did. Before…”
“Before my parents got to know about us living together.”
“But they still want you to…”
“Are you proposing to me out of concern for my parents or yours?”
“We can’t always live like this!”
“Why not? Isn’t that what you said to me?”
“I…I was wrong. Society. Children…”
“No. You were right. We should adopt an orphan needing a home.”
“Besides,” She paused, “I see no reason give up my independence just to keep track of your socks.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Victor and Sarah Potter for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.
PS: Just a quick note to brag that I finally did what my blog had been crying out for months, okay years. I reorganized and updated my index making it easier to browse and check out earlier posts with snippets (but I’m still working on the blurbs). If you are free and so inclined how about browsing through the index of Short Stories or Photo posts? Feedback and suggestions most welcome!
Thanks for reading 🙂