It was almost midday and they’re running late. Noah and Ari are still driving to the docks where Noah’s parents waited at Island Grill for a seafood lunch.
“Baby, it’s okay. Mom already knew we’re going to be a bit late.” He kissed her hands and gave a reassuring smile.
Ari, however, is still bursting in frustration, “I can’t believe it! Of all days, how could we be stuck in the middle of the traffic now?Oh, Noah, your mom and dad must think I’m a slacker. Now my chances are absolutely ruined. Gone. I’m too plain, I’m not smart, I’m ugly, and now I’m always late. I don’t understand a thing about engineering to talk to your dad and I can’t even cook to please your mom. Maybe they’ll ask you to break up with me and find a better girlfriend. That’s it, they’ll ask you to break up with me. You deserve better. We should just break up. I-”
The car suddenly came to a shrieking stop as Noah turned and said, “I love you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she breathed the words in. “And I love you too.”
Love- it’s all that really matters.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction’s prompt.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.
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