PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox
Our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary gift to ourselves is a weekend at the mountainous inn where we’re to spend our honeymoon. Hours pass along the ever-winding-ever-rising road through green tunnels of trees. We’re both relaxed and smiling, our hands lightly touching as the breeze blows through the windows of the car.
Friday evening’s dinner is on the patio. Our forks are raised, mid-dessert – when a tall, tanned, handsome man approaches our table and drops to one knee, eyes fixed in moist torment upon my beloved Anna.
He holds out a small ring box and says, “Anna, will you marry me?”
Part 2 is here.
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