A merman wearing a seaweed waistcoat burst from the water and landed in our gondola, showering us with spray.
“Marry him, you idiot!” he yelled, then dived back into the canal.
Drenched and bewildered, Mary nodded weakly as I got down on one knee for the second time that day.
Mark Farley writes novels, flash fiction, and the occasional poem. Find him on twitter at @mumbletoes.
Underneath the tall trees.
A cool and soothing summer breeze,
A blanket spread on fresh-cut blades of grass
“Our love is strong and steady
So I suspect you may already
Know exactly what I want to ask?”
Bird songs foreshadow reverie
“My everlasting love, my sweetheart, will you marry me?”
Alexander Key teaches high school whenever the moon and stars are in perfect alignment.
“She said yes!”
“She said yes!”
“I mean, I knew she’d say yes, but that doesn’t make it any less exciting!”
“I’m just so thrilled!”
“That she said yes!”
“I gathered that… Yes to what?”
“That she likes me!”
“And we’re getting married.”
Sorry; I just can’t think about anything else! :)
I missed posting stories this week on Tuesday and Wednesday, and for that I apologize. I intend to fill in those two days soon, probably this weekend. I’ll write some new stories and back-date them, so make sure you check back for those.
The reason I missed those stories was that on Tuesday I proposed to my girlfriend, and she said yes! So I’ve been a little preoccupied with happiness and phone calls, and writing stories fell by the wayside. I’ll do my best not to let it happen again. :)
Thank you to everyone who follows to the site for being understanding!