Here is my 100 word fib for this week's Friday Fictioneers!
I used to know this guy called Rodney. One day he stood on his balcony and proposed to me! He thought it was romantic. Duh! Corny more like.
He asked me to return with my answer the next day. I didn’t have the heart to refuse. At least I’d be several feet below when he got the bad news!
I went back, but during the night the balcony had collapsed. I thought he might walk out clutching a bunch of wilting carnations, crash down and shower me with petals.
Fortunately he didn’t. I wandered off and never saw him again.