Today’s story comes from Bloggy Mom’s Writers Workshop. The prompt I chose was: “I found the strangest thing in my pocket.” Enjoy!!
“I found the strangest thing in my pocket yesterday, Billy. Do you know anything about this?” Sarah pulled out a thin metal band with a small stone on the top. It wasn’t over glamorous, nothing to write home to her mother about, but it was a ring nonetheless. She flipped it around in her palm before laying it down on the red clothed table. The bistro was quiet between the lunch and dinner rush, just the way she liked it. It was one of her favorite restaurants as well, set back from the road just enough to be cozy, yet close enough to generate business. The walls were a soothing creamy yellow and the copper brown accents coordinated with the red tables to create a very inviting atmosphere.
Billy cleared his throat softly before he answered. “Ah-hmmm. I might know a little about it.”
“A little?” Sara’s eyes did a 180 in disbelief. “Well, are you going to tell me or what?”
“Ah-hmmm. It’s a ring.”
“Uh, yeah, I can see that. Why was it in my pocket?”
His face was beginning to turn shades of red and purple, as if he were choking on his words. “I put it there. Yeah.”
Her nostrils flared, her patience waned. “Billy…come on, now. Now you are just playing games and you know how much I hate those. Why did you put the ring in my pocket?!? Spill it!”
Billy’s face took on the sheepish look that had won Sarah’s heart in the first place. “Ah-hmmm. Sarah…” He played with his fingers. “Sarah, I know it’s…ah-hmmm…not much, but it’s…ah-hmmm…the best I have right now.” He moved from his seat across from her at the table and within two steps was at her side. He took her hands, pressed his knee into the hard tile beneath it, and smiled. She watched his chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath before continuing. “Sarah, I know that we haven’t been together long, but I am madly in love with you. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Sarah’s eyes quickly watered and released a tear. “Will you, please, though I am not worthy, will you marry me? Will you promise me forever, however long that may be?” He slid the ring off the table, held it between his thumb and fingers, a flash of light against his palm. His voice reverberated through the quiet of the restaurant and a couple two tables over gasped, their breaths caught. “Will you?”
“Billy, I…I…I…don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes. That’s all.”
“I…I…I…I can’t.” Her eyes fell to the floor, and her mouth followed. “I love you with all my heart, but…I’m not ready.”
“Then put it back in your pocket, and when you are ready, put it on your finger. I’m not going anywhere. I am promising you forever.”