All he needed was ten more minutes. But that moment her keys hit the ground, his secret was laid bare.
Smiling shyly, all he could do was say “Happy birthd…,” before he was silenced by an eager embrace of the shocked.
The roast in the oven had not yet finished, nor was the wine at a proper chill or the candle aflame to shimmer atop the velvet overlay. But to her eyes, she had stumbled into a prize prepared by the hands of a prince.
She could wait ten more minutes.
My entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin.
I hope you all enjoy!