“Will you PLEASE get off the floor Sarah!?”
“I’m good. Really! How much longer?”
“We’re almost there. But you’re missing the view. If you could just slide up onto the seat…”
“Nope! I told you, I’m good. Take pictures.”
It was not going the way Nick envisioned it. The banner was coming into view on the hillside. Everyone could see it. Everyone, that is, but Sarah, whose fear of heights had sent her into a panic.
Frustrated, Nick took a photo on his phone, then dropped to the floor where Sarah sat with her arms wrapped around her knees.
He held the phone for her to see.
“Will you Marry Me, Sarah?” the banner said.
Sarah looked at the phone, at Nick, and then at the other passengers, whose faces were beaming with anticipation. When she looked back at Nick, he was holding a ring in his other hand.
She shook her head. “I hate you, you know! But yes…YES! I will marry you!” Everyone cheered!
Nick smiled, holding her close as he leaned in whispering, “I guess this means my idea to exchange our vows in a hot air balloon is a bust…”
kat ~ 18 May 2016
Flash Fiction for Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge prompted by the photo above. To read more click HERE.