He Asked

“I just want to talk… you know, about where we’re headed.” She demanded.

His hands cupped his forehead, he took a deep breath, “We will talk, we’ll talk on Saturday, how about that?”

“Fine,” His face crept towards hers, she gave him the cheek, slammed the door and walked up the steps to her apartment.  

On a cold snowy Saturday morning, he stood at the door, gave a quiet warning knock and let himself in. 

“Ready? I’ll load up your skis.”

She followed him to the car. Opened the door for herself and before he had time to drive out of the parking lot she said, “Okay. It’s Saturday, so let’s talk.”

A quick smirk, “Honey, we will, we’ll talk… at lunch.”

Some silent lift rides and a few runs later. They returned to the lodge opened their bagged lunches, she gave him the look. 

“Not now, on the lift, don’t worry.” He said, trying not to smile. 

She scarfed down her lunch, “I’m ready!”

They got on the lift he turned to her and said, “Should we maybe talk about getting married some day?”

“Yes!” 

That was all she needed to hear out of her commitment phobic boyfriend. Now she could breathe easy knowing they were on the same page. 

Her mind clouded with excitement, happiness and hope. 

He called her out of her transfixed state, “Hey, what are they all doing down there?”

She looked down, and on the ground laid a bunch of people, forming some kind of shape with their bodies. She thought maybe it was a ski patrol emergency drill she wasn’t familiar with. 

As soon as she looked away the people on the ground began to shout the words their bodies spelled, “Will. You. Marry. Me.”

She looked over at him; he pulled out a ring.

Lindy screamed, cried and began bouncing uncontrollably. 

“Yes!” 

This post was inspired by Write on Edge. We were asked to use this website, look up an important date and let the music inspire our writing, and do it in 300 words or less. 

I looked up my anniversary. The song? Don't Matter by Akon. It was sort of hilarious, and I had no idea how I was going to use it, and then I decided to write about when my husband popped the question, because many have thought we were crazy not to talk about it before the actual proposal. This song, in a round about way, provided the answer to all those inquiring minds: Don't Matter. Abstract, I know, but it's the best I could do. 

As Always, Thanks for reading. 

Lindy