Date Night

There was a spring in their steps as they sauntered towards the exit of the garden. They were feeling heady, like two teenagers making out surreptitiously in the living room when the parents can come in any time and catch them.

Suddenly, he spoke up, “Let’s get married.”

She almost missed a step then…almost, but not quite, because her instincts had already told her that this was coming.

“But this was just our first time together. We should give things a little more time, maybe?” she asked, ever the voice of reason, and caution.

“Did you love it or not?” he asked simply, ignoring her protests.

“Yes, but…” she started off hesitatingly, but he cut her short and turning towards her, kissed her hard.

They came up for air after what seemed like an eternity, and he said, “It’s final then?”

She sighed, and replied, “Fine, but no more joint assignments till our honeymoon, Mr. Smith.”

He smiled rakishly, and looking back at the body of the Japanese businessman, replied, “Of course, Mrs. Smith.”

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175 words.

Written as a part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. The objective is to write a story in 175 words or less, based on the weekly photo prompt. For more information visit HERE. To read more stories inspired by this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

 

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