Wedding… Cake?
Microfiction entry
“Tony are you serious?”
“Huh?” I looked up from stuffing my face. My girlfriend of three months held the biggest diamond ring I’d ever seen, covered in chocolate slice.
“Um, I-”
“Yeeeesssss, baby! Yes!”
The restaurant broke into cheers. People clapped. Celeste threw her arms around me. I searched frantically; who owned this thing? My rescuer never showed himself. The restaurant staff gave no indication of making a mistake.
“I can’t believe we’re getting married!”
“Celeste, anyone who says ‘yes’ to a proposal after three months is insane.”
The ring paid for my car, still with an empty passenger seat.
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Abby Kay Mendonca
Here to share my voice. I write about the overstated and underappreciated. Also, I love cats.
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By Mallory Rose3 days ago in Fiction
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Loved the way you tied it up at the end!