Darrel waited on the rooftop. He had planned this afternoon for months. It was going to be perfect. Charmaine would get such a surprise when he popped the question. She thought that she was coming to see the renovations the company had done to the roof. The large diamond burned a hole in his pocket but it would soon be on her finger. There was no doubting that she’d say yes.
The fire escape door opened and she walked through glancing at the diamond tiles that now covered the walls. Darrel knelt. Charmaine stared at the artificial turf he knelt on.
“What are you doing?” Her face crinkled in a frown.
“Charmaine, my darling, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” He held the box with the ring out for her to see, a loving smile splitting his face in two.
She looked wildly around at the clashing shades of green, coming to rest on the green man running. Inspired, she yelled as she sprinted off, “Sorry.”
Thank you to our host of FFFAW, Priceless Joy and to Enisa who provided the photo used for the prompt.
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About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
A very different take. Enjoyed the read.
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Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Ha, he picked the wrong place for sure! Good laugh Irene 🙂
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I like hearing laughter. Thanks Iain.
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Its like the green running man inspired her somehow to run from this. hehe, nice take.
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He did indeed. Thanks.
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NOOOOOOOOOO,,, I guess she didn’t like the tile. Poor fella.
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LOL.
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That didn’t end well.
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Not for Darrell at least.
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Fake grass never won a woman’s heart. Great story.
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So true and clashing greens don’t help. Thank you.
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Hahahaha! Poor Darrell, he was so sure she would say yes. Such a disappointment but a hilarious ending! LOL! Great story, Irene!
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I like the sound of laughter Joy. Thank you.
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Yes, I do too. Enjoyed your story!
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Awwwe, poor guy.
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Yes, you’ve got to feel sorry for him – he was so confident.
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