The Proposal

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She came home to a dark house, which was unusual because Jake usually tried to beat her home – he knew that she didn’t like to be alone at night.

Checking her phone, she saw a message saying that he was running behind. She smiled and texted him back, telling him to drive safely.

Walking up to the front door, Amanda inserted her key and turned the lock. Pushing the heavy oak door open, she stepped inside … and saw a room lit up by candles. They were everywhere – on the table, on the floor, on the counters – and they lit the air with a soft, warm glow, some of them flickering in the slight breeze from the open front door.

In the middle of the open living area was a picnic blanket, adorned with an assortment of cushions and food. Jake knelt on that blanket, facing her with a small open box in his hands.

Hands clasped in front of her mouth, Amanda unfroze and pushed the front door shut behind her before making her way towards the centre of the room. She followed the runway of lights created by the candles.

Jake looked up at her, love shining in his eyes. No other words needed to be said – except “Yes,” she uttered.

Six Word Story #8

It was just them. Time froze.

Author’s note: Oops – sorry guys! I have been MIA the past week (moving, lockdown, etc). Getting back into the rhythm of things now, and will be doing weekly posts going forward. 🙂

Days Like This

“Arrrrgggggh!” I closed the front door and leant back against it, dropping my handbag to the ground. I banged my head lightly against the wood and groaned.

“Rough day?” an amused voice asked from the vicinity of the sofa.

“Don’t ask,” I grumbled, keeping my eyes closed.

The only response from John was the rustling of paper. A familiar smell wafted towards me, and I sniffed the air suspiciously. “Is that…KFC?”

My eyes popped open and confirmed that it was, indeed, glorious fried chicken sitting on the coffee table.

John got up from the couch, and walked towards me. Cupping the back of my head, he gave me a quick kiss, before taking my coat and shepherding me towards the food.

I loved being with someone who truly knew me.


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“Would you support me if I quit my job and became an author?” I asked Ryan.

“Yes,” he said, without looking away from his football game.

“Would you support me if I joined a dancing class?” I asked, lying down on the couch and resting my head on his lap.

“Yes,” he answered, absently twirling a lock of my hair around his finger.

“Would you support me if I wanted to become a stay-at-home wife?” I lobbied, shifting into a more comfortable position on my side.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Would you support me if I didn’t want children?” I queried, studying his face.

A pause, and a glance down before he answered, “Yes.”

“Would you support me if I wanted a whole football team worth of children?” I followed up.

“Yes.” he said, no hesitation.

“Are you even listening to me?” I asked, a small smile playing on my lips. Sometimes it was fun to pester him.

He sighed, grabbing the remote to temporarily mute the TV. He placed a hand on my forehead, and looked directly into my eyes. “Yes. If it makes you happy, I will support you in anything, bar murder.”

I laughed in delight, his response unexpected. “Oh. Okay, then.”

He unmuted the game, and we watched the rest of the match in contented silence.

A Conversation

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We lay on the picnic blanket, hands clasped together, both of us looking up at the starry night sky. Cicadas chirped around us, and an occasional breeze whispered through the trees, adding to the night symphony.

“Do you believe in forever love?” I asked wistfully.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Raj briefly turn his head to look at me, before turning his gaze back upwards. “What do you mean?”

I bit my lower lip, taking time to sort out my thoughts. Raj didn’t rush me, waiting patiently in silence. “I mean… do you believe love lasts? My parents are divorced, multiple friends are going through breakups – heck even my colleague is separating with her husband after twenty years together. It just seems so pointless.”

Silence. For a long time, neither of us spoke.“I think love changes, constantly.” Raj finally said. “Because people change, and relationships evolve, constantly. I think love is a choice, a commitment. Sometimes people lose sight of that.”

“Do you think we will?” I asked.

He rolled onto his side, so he could look me straight in the eyes. His hand squeezed mine tightly. “No. Of all the things in life that I’m uncertain of, one thing I know is this: I will always choose you.”

I squeezed his hand back. Looking deep into his eyes, I felt the truth of his words.

I don’t know if love lasts forever, but I do know that I believe in us.

Kitchen Antics

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“Stop that,” I lightly tapped the back of John’s hand as he tried to steal a cookie off the cooling rack.

He grinned and took the cookie anyway, taking a giant munch out of it. “Have I mentioned how much I love it when you have friends over?”

I rolled my eyes, trying to fight a smile, but failing. “You would, you sugar addict.”

John finished off the cookie and dusted off his hands, before rounding the counter and wrapping his arms around me from behind. He placed a kiss to the top of my head. “It’s one of the reasons I married a baker. How can I help?”

I leaned back against him for a second, enjoying his warmth. “Besides taste testing?” I joked, before directing him to a task.

Saturday mornings were always good. But Saturday mornings spent with my husband? They were idyllic.