Our photo prompt this week is provided by Eric Wicklund.
|© Eric Wicklund|
The emerald stone sparkled in the black box. Janine’s hand covered her mouth as she stared at Steve kneeling on the ground before her. His beseeching look tore her heart. How could she turn him down? How could she accept his proposal?
The engagement ring was beautiful. It reminded her of a leaf poking out of the ground, vibrant green, lush and ready to grow. Was she, though, ready to grow? Was she ready to relinquish her single status and become one of a pair?
Steve’s face fell. His knee was hurting him. His eyes searched her emerald green ones.
‘I thought it matched the colour of your eyes.’ There was a catch in his voice.
Janine couldn't speak. She put her hand in his, going in to his embrace, strong arms enfolded her slim body. Now, she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with this man.
She nodded. She spoke. Quietly she said the words he wanted to hear. ‘Yes, I will.’
Happy tears flowed from her eyes, the moisture of his matching tears fell on her hair. Her heart expanded with love, fear and trepidation and joy. He slipped the ring on her finger.
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