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.”
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.