Tag Archive | Proposal

Didn’t You Hear the Sound of Love?

Artist Pruett Carter; picssr.com

Romantic Flash Fiction:

Senna closed her eyes and grinned, playing along.

“Listen,” Dalton said. “Now don’t peak. Just… listen. What do you hear?”

As her bare feet rested gently in the cool water that flowed over her ankles, Senna listened intently to the babbling brook. The water dribbled over rocks and tumbled down tiny falls as the current moved with soft intensity and gentle impulsiveness. High in the trees of the forest around them, birds sang their sweet melodies that Senna probably wouldn’t have heard over the rushing water of the brook if she hadn’t closed her eyes. She felt the cool breeze dance through the forest and brush against her cheeks as she breathed in the fresh air.

“I’m listening,” Senna said, opening her eyes after several minutes of quiet meditation over her surroundings. “The forest is truly alive, isn’t it?”

Dalton reached out to hold her hand and scooted along the rocks to sit next to her. Senna could feel his warmth nestle up against her, and her heart swirled with delight.

“Long winters fray, etching away,” he whispered close to her ear. “The forest dreams, its sound a charm that rings through every stream.”

“Mm,” Senna moaned, her cheek resting on his. “Your words touch me like nothing else can. Or was that a quote?”

“I just made that up. For you.” His lips kissed her gently on the closest cheek, making her whole body tingle.

Senna giggled, leaning into it, not wanting it to stop. Ever.

“Didn’t you hear it, Senna?” he asked her. “When you closed your eyes.”

“I heard a forest that inhales and exhales through a babbling brook and a soft breeze,” she replied, matching his mood for poetic diction.

“That,” he explained, “is the sound of love. Every time the water rolls over rocks, the brook continues on, the bird chirps its song, you hear three words from the bottom of my heart – I love you. And I do, you know.”

She turned to face him, her smile glowing in the sunlight that broke through the trees from high above. “Do you really?” she teased with a lift of her eyebrow, snuggling closer, her lips inching towards his.

“That’s why I brought you here today,” he said. “To let you hear it for yourself, not only from me, but from the thousand witnesses of nature all around us. To give you this gift.”

Their lips brushed lightly before Senna melted into his kiss as he cupped her hands in his. It was a kiss that for just a brief moment pillaged all the vitality out of the forest, and if it could be harnessed, it would black out a city and light up her whole world in that one touch of his lips.

When their mouths separated, he grinned at her with sparkling green eyes. “Now open your hand,” he said with a mischievous, mysterious grin.

She felt nothing there, and she almost thought he was joking. Until she opened her hand. When she did, she caught her breath. She looked back at him in disbelief. He was still grinning as if he had planned it all along.

Senna suddenly closed her hand, clutching it so tightly that she imagined that if she didn’t, it might disappear as magically as it had appeared. She felt the diamond against the palm of her hand and shut her eyes tightly, now unable to control the tears that trickled down her cheeks.

“The other message of the brook,” he said. “Marry him, Senna, it said.” Choking up with emotion himself, he fought to get the words out. “Marry me, Senna.”

When she opened her eyes, they were glassy pools gazing into the eyes of the man who would father her children and give hope to her life in old age.

But then, just for a second, doubt suddenly crept in like a poisonous asp on the slippery rock. “But what about…?” she heard herself saying.

He shook his head. “I don’t care about that. I’ve never cared about that. I only care about you.”

She sniffled, fighting back her emotions. “I love you,” she said, mouthing the words, no sound coming out, but nearby a babbling brook echoing her heart.

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Words to my Lovely Rose

Artist: Rob Hefferan; pinterest.com

Artist: Rob Hefferan; pinterest.com

Romantic Flash Fiction 12:

Long after the sun had bid us adieu, we strolled along the city streets hand in hand, watching our reflections in the store windows as we passed. A subtle warmth in the air blanketed the city and rested upon us as she leaned in close to me, and I inhaled the gentle aroma of a pink rose, or what I imagined to be a pink rose. With my arm around her waist, we walked at a snail’s pace, listening to the clack of our shoes on the sidewalk, observing the shopkeepers closing up for the night, and admiring the quiet that surrounded us. The streetlights glowed in spheres of light and at that moment, I knew that there was nowhere else on earth I would have rather been.

We arrived back at my car and I put the top down. Neither one of us was in a hurry to leave. When she sat in the passenger’s seat, she adjusted it to lean back all the way. I turned to her and beheld her beauty, the way the moonlight splashed across her upper body, accentuating the soft feminine curves of her shoulders. Her face glowed like an angel and her expression was pure contentment.

“What you told me back there at the theater,” she said, her voice a whisper in the dark, amplified on the empty street. “Did you mean it?”

“Every word,” I replied.

Her face appeared melancholy as half of it covered in shadow. “It’s just that no one’s ever spoken to me like that before. The way you did. The words you said. I could feel my heart returning to a place long forgotten since childhood, a place where I felt truly loved, safe and rested in someone’s caring arms. Yet you hadn’t even touched me. They were just words.”

I leaned back and slid my arm tenderly around her. She looked perfect in the formal dress that she had worn to the theater. The way she had braided her hair made my heart stir within me once again.

“Words to fill you with joy. Words to say I love you,” I finally said.

She turned her eyes to me, a tear forming over one, as I mouthed the three most beautiful words that I had poetically described earlier. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” she said, shaking her head, a waver of fear breaking in her voice.

“Marry me,” I said boldly. “Then you’ll know how serious I am.”

For what felt like an eternity, she appeared to be held prisoner in a kind of spell of disbelief. “You… we…”

“Marry me,” I said a second time.

Instead of answering, she wrapped one hand around my neck and held the back of my head as our mouths met. Her lips molded into mine, our hearts intertwining. Our kiss was long and slow, a tender dance of mouths and tongues that knew just when to press and when to release, opening a portal to a dimension of love that we never knew existed before this night.

When our mouths finally separated, she rested her head on my shoulder and simply smiled. As I held her there with time itself standing still, I grinned and marveled at the irony. With many words I had poured out my heart to her, but with one beautiful silent kiss, she had given me her answer that would change the course of our lives forever.