Flash fiction for a Saturday
A Fiction in 58.
Proposal
Snowflakes fall like chunky confetti, silent, without fanfare.
Black boots crunch, timed with the fog of his exhales. He looks back, the tread of his soles aimless. He looks ahead, squints at the virgin snow, smiles.
He is at a crossroads in life. The walk bears out the truth.
She had said yes.
With arms raised, he celebrates.
Proposal
Snowflakes fall like chunky confetti, silent, without fanfare.
Black boots crunch, timed with the fog of his exhales. He looks back, the tread of his soles aimless. He looks ahead, squints at the virgin snow, smiles.
He is at a crossroads in life. The walk bears out the truth.
She had said yes.
With arms raised, he celebrates.
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