A Different Way

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


Jake is just trying to be original -- isn't he?

Submitted: January 01, 2018

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A Different Way

He was just trying to be imaginative. At least that is what Jake told himself. Not for him the tired old way of going down on one knee and saying, ‘Will you marry me?’ Originality, that’s what he was aiming for – a unique way to propose.

He carefully inflated the balloon, had to be firm enough to write on. Jake took the Sharpie in his hand, started to write when the thing went pop. One down but there were still a couple of dozen or more left in the bag. Too bad he couldn’t write on it first. He’d tried but it had turned into some illegible mess once he’d filled the thing with air.

Fourth attempt and it was perfect. A white balloon, somehow free of inky smudges, the question quite clear in easy-to-read text. Fiona would be arriving shortly. He set the table for two, complete with candle, wine glasses, and put the specially prepared meal into the oven to heat through. Fifteen minutes to get changed, plenty of time.

As Jake got changed into smart but still casual clothes, he thought about whether he wanted to be there when Fiona saw the balloon. Wouldn’t it be better for her to read the question first, and then he’d make his entrance. There were images flickering through his mind of her turning and throwing herself into his arms. Of her saying, ‘Oh, yes, Jake! I thought you’d never ask.’

He stamped out the thought that maybe he was really too afraid to ask in person. That was not even worth thinking about. What sort of level would that be placing their relationship on. No; the idea was nonsense. He just wanted to go about asking in a different way, that was all.

He could hear her approach the house. Strange, but he could always recognize Fiona’s footsteps from those of anyone else. She rang the bell even though he had given her a key.

Let yourself in, Fi! I’ll be right there,” he called from the upstairs window.

He heard her put her key in the door, close it behind her.

Hi, Jake!” she called as she walked up the hallway.

He allowed himself a moment to picture her, looking at the balloon, reading the writing, smiling and hugging herself in happiness. He was just coming out of his thoughts, heading towards the top of the stairs, when he heard the unmistakable sound of a balloon being forcibly burst. Her footsteps hurried back along the hallway; the door opened and slammed hard behind her.

Jake stood still, kind of shocked. He presumed that meant she’d turned him down, said ‘no!’ He’d never thought that would happen, could happen....Or had he?

Feeling totally dejected, rejected, undesirable, Jack sat for a while on the side of his bed, holding his head in his hands. He could almost cry.

Then angrily he shook his head. Maybe Fiona had just stopped him from making the biggest mistake of his life. Maybe he really wasn’t ready to settle down. She clearly wasn’t anyway, at least not with him.

The ring of the timer from the kitchen could dimly be heard. Jake got up and made his way downstairs. There was no point in letting good food go to waste after all.

Serving it all out on to one plate, Jake began to eat, carefully keeping his gaze averted from the unused wine glass on the other side of the table.


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