Even on good days, Anne didn’t enjoy her job. But today had been a bad day. She couldn’t wait to get home. The sky was leaden and it was drizzling. She hated drizzle.
“Rain properly or don’t rain at” all she grumbled.
She splashed through a puddle soaking her feet. If she didn’t get home soon she felt sure she’d dissolve or shrink or something.
She flew through her front door, slung her sodden coat on the kitchen floor and headed for her ‘medicine cupboard’ to grab a glass and a bottle of wine.
Boyfriend Tony appeared in the doorway and sensing her mood, attempted to give her a comforting cuddle.
“Don’t” she snapped pushing him away, adding a splosh of Chateau Plonke to the ever-growing slick of water on the floor.
“Don’t you want a hug from your best friend?” he asked.
“Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” she huffed, “which reminds me, how much longer are you expecting me to wait…”
She stopped in her tracks as Tony dropped to one knee and held out his hand. A little black box sat his palm.
Suddenly the kitchen was bathed in sunlight.
“Anne, will you do me the honour…….”
Thanks to our host Susan Spaulding and to Reena Saxena for the picture.
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