CREATIVE WRITING

Same explanation as for the other one I just posted here. Prompt from the course, but written at home.


You would have to be mad to do it. Crazy, desperate, or in love.

He was so very nervous. The whole idea had been mad; after all, they had only been together for one year and a half. But he had felt so sure, before he had prepared all this for tonight. Was it really not too old-fashioned, to propose to someone like her in such a…traditional way? After all, she was eight years his junior. Many of their friends had warned them to even start a relationship. They had warned her to go out with such an “old” man. He was not that old, technically, but some of her friends had seen it that way. They would probably also not approve if they found out that he wanted to have a real family with her, if they knew that she…but what if SHE would think that way?
Ever since he had first met Violet, he had been entranced by her. The way she walked, the way she laughed, everything about her. But he had never dared to even hope for a chance. After all, he was older than her, he had lost his job two years ago and had always been the quiet type. When she had told him that she wanted to be with him, it had been his every dream coming true. And now, after a year, he had decided to pop the question. He had asked his aunt and confidante, Sheryl, about it, and she had helped him to find a beautiful ring. He had prepared the dinner himself and sat up the table for the two of them.
Now he was just waiting for her to come home from work.
But when she finally came, she was looking more tired than he’d ever seen her. And she told him she didn’t want to eat anything at all this evening. He brought her upstairs to their bedroom, and then went down again, sitting at the table that he had set up for them, for her. Why today, of all days?
“What is going on here?” her voice asked from the doorway. Violet was standing there, her short hair mussled, clad in an old shirt that almost reached her knees. “I was…I had prepared a dinner for us.” She smiled at him and came to sit at the table. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
She wanted to know, he suddenly felt. She had somehow felt that there was something he hadn’t said, and had come to be there for him.
He would go ahead now. He would ask her.
You would have to be mad to do it. Crazy, desperate, or in love.
He was the latter. In love.

Edit 17.01.07-mistake removed :-)

i like stories 'bout love!