Another in My String of Bad Choices

Worthing Flash 2019 England

Another in My String of Bad Choices

 
I was going for it today. Hiking in the National Park away from the marked paths we were passing a two-person untended gravesite when my watch alarmed.  I knelt down, opened the ring box, sun shining off the sparkler.
Tiff, mesmerized by the two graves, kept inspecting them and asking questions not hearing a word I said.
Disheartened, I packed up and led her back to the car. As we were driving she asked what I was saying at the graves and I told her to look in my backpack.
“This is how you propose?” she asked, tears falling.

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