The Proposal


Carl got down on one knee, pulled a small, velvet box from his coat pocket, opened it up, and held it up toward her. “Angie,” He said, “you inhabit my heart. You inhabit my mind. You inhabit my soul.”

Angie looked down at Carl with a look of disdain, indifference, and pity. “You make me sound like some sort of invasive species or like a cancer that has metastasized throughout your body.”

“Angie, I’m asking for your hand in marriage,” Carl said.

“My hand?” she said sarcastically. “Whatever shall I do with the rest of me?”

“Angie, I’m being serious. I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife.”

Angie sat down on the park bench and patted the seat next to her. “Get up off your knee, Carl, and come sit here by my side.” Carl jumped up, sat down, and gave Angie a hopeful look.

“You realize that we’ve only known each other for a few weeks,” she said. “This is just the third time we’ve gone out.”

“Angie,” Carl responded, “I fell in love the moment I laid eyes on you. I know you felt something, too. A spark. Electricity. It’s undeniable.”

“Carl, I really like you,” Angie said. “You seem to be a really nice guy. And you’re beautiful!”

“There’s a ‘but’ coming, isn’t there?” Carl said, a defeated look on his face.

“But I’m not ready to get married now. To you or to anyone.” Angie reached out and held Carl’s hand. “The timing is just not right, but if you want to, we can still keep seeing each other.”

“I’d like that very much,” Carl said, relieved that she hadn’t entirely slammed shut the door on their relationship.

Angie squeezed Carl’s hand. “Great. Now let’s go back to my place where we can inhabit each other’s bodies.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “inhabit.”

9 thoughts on “The Proposal

  1. Kijo August 25, 2017 / 9:27 am

    “You make me sound like some sort of invasive species”

    Ha ha ha! I agree, but it’s still a better proposal than Mr. Darcy’s.

    Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment… I have fought against judgement, my family’s expectation, inferiority of your birth, my rank. I will put them aside and ask you to end my agony.

    Elizabeth Bennet: Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through,and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. It was unconsciously done.

    Mr. Darcy: Are you *rejecting* me?


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    • Fandango August 25, 2017 / 10:37 am

      Yeah, I agree that Mr. Darcy’s proposal left something to be desired.

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  2. Marilyn Armstrong August 25, 2017 / 9:50 am

    Third date? Just bit premature? Love to see the followup, like … the divorce?

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    • Fandango August 25, 2017 / 10:38 am

      Based upon the purely physical nature of their relationship, I doubt that marriage to Carl was on Angie’s list.


  3. newepicauthor August 25, 2017 / 1:52 pm

    Strange notions inhabit my mind after reading this, like what will Angie do after her hand is gone.

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    • Fandango August 25, 2017 / 1:59 pm

      I have to hand it to you, Jim, you are a man inhabited by strange notions

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