Popping the Question

October 22, 2007
The pavement glistened wetly from the night air. The moon scowled through scudding clouds, alternating shadows with bright beams. He knelt nervously, praying she would say yes. He felt the ring in his pocket; it burned cold in his fingers. He cleared his throat and sought her eyes.
“Will you divorce me?”
She nodded.

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