(Writing prompt response to “write a 1, 3, 5 minute story Poets & Writers, March-April 2016). This is a 2 minute-to-read story).
They had been sharing his L.A. loft condo for only two months, but Brad was ready to ask the big question. He had liked being married, and seeing the kids for the weekends wasn’t much of a life. But would Carrie be ready to make their relationship permanent? There was a risk in asking too soon.
“Go out and get a dog,” his best friend Charlie had suggested. “If she agrees to that, you are halfway to engagement.”
“Maybe. But the other half is what I am worried about,” Brad lamented.
Following Charlie’s advice, they had gone to the animal shelter and gleefully brought home Juno—a six-month old, crate-trained yellow lab who could play ball twenty-four hours a day. Carrie loved Juno. She took her in the car to go to the doggie beach, to the grocery story, even to their favorite café. The three of them would sit on the café’s patio, drink a latte and watch the Ferrari’s drive by on Highway 1.
So another two months passed. Then, one day, after a yoga class at the gym, Carrie came out of the locker room in her t-shirt and leotard pants, shaking her ponytail loose.
“I want to go home and shower before dinner, not take time to shower and change here.”
“Home?” Brad was stunned. This was the first time she had uttered the “h” word. Usually, she would say, “the condo.”
“Home? The condo?” he repeated.
“Yes, silly. Home is where the heart is.” Carrie nuzzled her nose into Brad’s neck. “Don’t you know that by now?”
“Guess I didn’t.” Brad paused, pulling back to look at her, face to face.
“But now that I do, I have a big question to ask.”
“Ask away. I am a gal full of ‘yes’ today.”