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Because she was superstitious, he waited until a perfect sunny Saturday in late June.
They sprawled on a red plaid picnic blanket on soft grass. Her favorite Stilton cheese crumbled on festive melamine plates and soft multigrain bread with rye and fennel seeds. The taste of a crisp oaky chardonnay in juice glasses, his one concession to not quite perfect.
She giggled up at him.
Oh, how he loved her!
He removed the black velvet box from the basket, flipped open the lid and offered her the diamond ring just as a cloud darkened the sun.
end 3/3/2017 (97 words)