This is my first trip to Sunday Photo Fiction where we write about 200 words based on - you guessed it - the photo!
I've also used ten of the words given to us by The Sunday Whirl which are free flee valley deny trick scent nick subside dash and try.
When I accepted his invitation to a restaurant, I wasn’t expecting to find myself in McDonalds. Apparently, he had enough tokens for two free coffees, and a two-for-one burger voucher.
Mid Big Mac, it happened. He dropped one knee. My immediate thought was to flee for a pee, but the noisy chatter subsided and every head in the house turned in our direction.
For what seemed ages he searched through his pockets. Just for once I was hoping for one of his pathetic conjuring tricks, but no. He produced a sad looking squashed rosebud (he’d probably nicked it from the park)
He yelped as he pricked his finger before looking me in the eye and saying something about a rose for his Rosey, the sweet scent of my aura, and never fearing the valley of death because I’d be with him!
I can’t deny he really did try. Mid-speech the rose’s head fell off. He didn’t notice and raised the stalk expecting me to take it and declare my undying love for him.
I wanted to dash for the door, but I just couldn’t. I just smiled, said thanks, then helped him to his feet because his knees had seized up.
I never saw him again.