for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is…
William and Willamena had much in common, surely it was God’s Will they should be joined in Holy Matriarchy.
Whilst strolling in the park William dropped to one knee.
“You alright?” she asked assuming his dodgy joints were playing up.
“Of course”, he huffed, whilst rummaging through his pockets.
“You are the centre of my universe, the cherry on my cake, my omphalos”.
“Your om what?” she spluttered.
“Ah, your belly button! By the way, you’ve knelt on something”.
“Ompheces. Dog poo!”
Somewhat omphortunate, but she said yes!