Yay! Friday is finally here, which means it is once again time for Friday Fictioneers! Many thanks to our host, Rochelle, who always provides such interesting prompts. I didn’t mean for today’s story to have such a melancholy tone to it, but it just happened. Enjoy it anyway!
“Want to meet me for lunch?” I asked my husband of two years.
“Can’t. Working,” he replied shortly. I hung up the phone. All he’s done for months is spent time out in that dirty garage.
“Want to watch a movie tonight?”
He shook his head. “I’m finishing a project.”
“Alvero’s has a dinner special this week,” I started, but stopped when I saw the look on his face.
Tonight he led me blindfolded to that damned garage. Inside was a hand crafted set of table and chairs, laid out with a candlelight dinner. “Happy anniversary,” he whispered.