Flash Fiction: Sparkle

Sorry guys, but it's fiction two days on the trot! Monday night is flash fiction night... and here I present you a little bit of silliness - hope you enjoy it!

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The box was covered in dark navy velvet. As he moved towards her, the warm glow from the chandeliers glinted off of the subtle gold lettering etched onto the lid. There was no mistaking what was inside it. It was one of those boxes. Not the kind that harboured a diamond chip or splinter. Oh no, this was the kind that housed real diamonds. Usually several carats. She swallowed hard.

She’d always pictured herself ending up with a man like this - all, broad shouldered. Rugged. He was definitely rugged. A shiver ran down her spine. He looked so perfect in his crumpled linen suit. The moment was here. As he came to a halt in front of her, she could barely breathe.

His overly tousled hair and the slight shake of his hands were the only hint of his nerves. His eyes caught hers and she gazed, allowing herself to plunge into the warm, velvet depths. Without looking away, he gently flipped open the lid of the box.

She couldn’t help it. She glanced down. There it was. Set in a wide platinum band, the most stunning diamond she’d ever seen, with the light from the chandelier multiplied a thousand times, reflecting off of every facet.

      “Please…?” he asked, his voice ragged with nerves.

Her heart melted for him. He cleared his throat and tried again.

      “…she said ‘no’… my fiancé…uh, girlfriend... Can I get a refund on this?”

      “Bear with me, sir. I will need to get authorization from my manager.”

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Catch you tomorrow - hope you've all had a fab day!
Eveningart x

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^{Sources: Photo from Morguefile and edited in Canva by yours truly}