Linda G. Hill

Life in progress

32. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

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Monday, October 2nd, 6:00pm
Jeff and Sandi (and everyone on the bus)

 

Jeff: So I’ve been thinking.

Sandi: About what?

Jeff: About where our relationship is going.

Sandi: (looks down at their hands clasped together) Do you think that’s a good idea?

Jeff: Are you happy with it the way it is? All this sneaking around?

Sandi: What is the alternative? Unless I quit my job at the dungeon, there’s no way you can go public with the fact that we’re dating.

Jeff: But we’re not doing anything wrong …

Sandi: Your superiors aren’t going to understand that. They’ll see only what’s on the surface.

Jeff: So what if … (gets up and kneels in the aisle beside her, a diamond ring in his hand) What if I asked you to marry me?

Sandi lifts her right hand to her mouth, her left is poised in front of Jeff.

Jeff: Life is much to short to let it pass us by worrying about what other people think. If you’ll say yes, it won’t matter what you do. Sandi, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the great honour of becoming my wife?

Sandi: YES!

Everyone on the bus applauds as they kiss.

 

Next stop: Tuesday, October 3rd, 5:00pm

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Author: LindaGHill

There's a writer in here, clawing her way out.

4 thoughts on “32. Scenes from the Second Seat on the Right

  1. Great idea for a story series! Public transit can be so interesting.

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  2. Applauding with the folks on the bus.

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