Welcome to Romantic Friday Writers Challenge No. 39 for Friday 29th June 2012. RFWers is a fortnightly challenge that is founded by and hosted by and Donna Hole. Challenge No 39 is the theme, 'Stuck in the Middle'.
Here's my text:
Paul waited seven years for his wife, Jenny, to be declare legally dead, before proposing to Priscilla. Paul's first wife was missing after her ship went down in a storm. There were lifeboats and survivors, but she was never found.
Paul invited Priscilla out to dinner at the new French restaurant, Victor Hugo. They had just finished their Lobster Thermidor, and were about to order dessert.
'I'd like to have the Bavarian cream. What would you like, my love?' inquired Paul as he returned the menu to the waiter.
'Oh, that's sounds good. I'll have that too', replied Priscilla, beaming of pride and expectation. This was no ordinary dinner.
While they waited for their Bavarois au Chocolat, Paul dug into his jacket pocket and pull out a small gift-wrapped package and put on the table.
'Oh, what have we here? ' asked Priscilla, lighting up like fire-fly.
'A little present for you', said Paul smiling slyly as he slowly pushed the package on the white linen tablecloth over to Priscilla, 'Please open it!'
Priscilla tore away the wrapping paper and found a small box. Inside was a beautiful emerald and gold ring with a hand-written note: Will you marry me?
'Oh, Paul, you remembered my favourite colour! The answer is yes!' replied Priscilla, in time before the waiter came with their desserts.
Paul smiled and was about to say something about their future together when the Bavarian cream arrived. Paul ordered coffee and surveyed all the well-dressed men and women sitting at white linen-covered tables, celebrating something, just as they were. It was then that Paul saw a woman who looked familiar. She was standing by the entrance, speaking with the head waiter.
'What is it, Paul? Don't you feel well? You look as if you've seen a ghost.'
'No, I'm fine. Couldn't be better!' lied Paul as he was trying to think about what this meant. The woman he saw was Jenny, his first wife. He could see her clearly. Had she seen him?
[Text Copyright 2012 Christina Wigren]
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