It was a chilly night for August, but when Eli asked Erin to meet him at dusk on the beach near the marina, she agreed. She put on a jacket and scarf and walked the quarter mile to their usual spot. Eli was already there, sitting on a large piece of driftwood.
“Hi,” Eli said.
“Hi,” Erin responded. Then awkward silence.
Suddenly Eli turned to Erin, got down on one knee, pulled out a small box from his jacket, and said, “Erin, will you marry me.”
Erin stared off into the distance and said, “Looks like a storm is brewing.”
(100 words)
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.
That would be a “no” then.
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I think it’s a no.
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Oops, miscalculated me thinks!
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Indeed!
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😛
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I don’t think that’s was the anticipation answer.
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Right. I think he was expecting a very different answer.
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That hurt
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No doubt.
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Uh oh. I don’t think that was the answer he expected!
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Definitely not.
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What a way to say no. or digress.
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Ouch, thats not a good answer!
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Not what he was hoping for.
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Indeed not! Poor fella.
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Storm coming? I think he misread the signals somehow.
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Seems that way, doesn’t it?
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Ouch.
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Ouch, indeed!
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What a cold come back.
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Yikes – Cold indeed! Thank you for joining us again this week 🖤
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