By Paul Beckman
I was going for it today. Hiking in the National Park away from the marked paths we were passing a two-person untended grave site when my watch alarmed. I knelt down, opened the ring box, sun shining off the sparkler.
Tiff, mesmerized by the two graves, kept inspecting them and asking questions not hearing a word I said.
Disheartened, I packed up and led her back to the car. As we were driving she asked what I was saying at the graves and I told her to look in my backpack.
“This is how you propose?” she asked, tears falling.
Paul Beckman’s latest collection of flash, Kiss Kiss, is out ( Truth Serum Press). He has a story in the 2018 edition of Norton Best of New Micro and he was one of the winners of the 2016 Best of Small Fictions.