James had tried to get it right this time. The tablecloth was pressed, the china and cutlery carefully arranged. He’d cleaned the apartment until it sparkled, and bought flowers. They’d invited good friends to share their meal.
He’d failed to please her so often, but his heart was hers, and he couldn’t bear to lose her love.
He saw her from the window, crossing the courtyard. She looked tired and stressed, but he’d cheer her up, make it all go away.
Her face was blank as she entered. ‘James, you’ve forgotten the candles.’
‘Oh, Mother, that’s right. I’m so sorry.’
It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Each week writers contribute 100 word stories in response to a picture prompt. This is my contribution.