NYC Midnight Microfiction Challenge Competition, 2020 Submission. Results are currently pending.
Alexandra and Drew stroll across the Charles Bridge, hand in hand. They stop beside the Madonna statue and look at Prague.
“Did you think about what I said?” Alexandra asks.
Drew grimaces. “I did. I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not? We get along, we’re happy. Isn’t that what marriage is all about?”
Drew sighs. “I suppose. But your family doesn’t like me, I’m too ordinary. They’re always complaining about how I dress and what I say. You deserve someone better.”
“You know I don’t care about any of that,” Alexandra reasons.
“I know, I know. But wouldn’t it be better to be with someone wealthy?” asks Drew. “For Christ’s sake, I can’t even afford a hotel or bloody dinner! It must be embarrassing for you.”
“Drew. Look at me,” Alexandra says, now facing Drew instead of the water. He turns to her. “I don’t care about money or what car you drive or where you work. My parents have been trying to set me up with a capitalist drone for years! It’s just not me. I love you and that’s why I think we should get married.”
Drew faces the water again. Pause. “Okay. Let’s get married.”
“Really?” Alexandra’s face is a stifled glow.
“Really. I love you.”
Alexandra throws her arms over Drew’s shoulders and shrieks with warm passion. She grabs his hand and walks towards the Prague market.
“C’mon, let’s go ring shopping,” Alexandra says. Drew smiles.