“Come away with me, my darling!”
“Oh, my dear, I thought you’d never ask! Where shall we go?”
“It doesn’t matter where we go, does it, my dove?”
“No, truly it doesn’t, so long as we’re together…”
She felt differently upon their arrival at his cottage behind the garbage dump.
This story was based on the prompt “away with me” at TypeTrigger.
Irony, you really have a taste for extremes. Romantic smell of garbage.
Some of my best dates have been blessed by the odour of trash!
…No. No, they haven’t. :P