A jar of Thoughts

Summer love

“Only time will tell if the story unfolds.”

The stars that studded the night sky gleamed through the cracks in the curtain. Little crickets chirped aloud and an owl hooted occasionally, signifying life in the midst of darkness. The moon was bulbous and full, streaming its glorious light and returning some colour to the surroundings.

“So are you ready?” Pete asked me dubiously, his voice low and husky.

 “Only if you are” I teased, although I was unsure if I truly was.

We were both huddled close in a dingy shack, far away from human company. Every passing minute was tedious and I felt the ceiling slowly pressing in on us. It had to be sooner or later.

“Let do it then!” Pete’s smile was almost triumphant.

I breathe in the musty smell of a warm summer’s night. I can’t believe this…all those little moments had added up to this big one. The grand finale. The boom after the flash of lightning. The moment that will define us forever.

I tried not to stare at Pete who was fumbling with his pants. He reached into his pocket and brought out a little plastic square…and inside it was a…ring.

“Will you marry me” he asked before propping down on one knee.