No Peeking

cable cars

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (~200 words) based on a photo prompt (above) provided by Alastair Forbes. Click the pic for his site and find more stories you’ll enjoy!

Cars full of young and old glide on cables near the cafe. They say the view is spectacular but I’d rather appreciate the view from below. It’s peaceful in a way that’s hard to describe. A gentle breeze rocks the cars.

“I hear kids squealing,” she says.

I nod and smile. Her eyes warm me on this cool morning like a shot of bourbon. I never want it to end.

“Slide around here to see better,” I say pulling another wrought iron chair closer.

I love the way her body moves and make no effort to hide my gaze. She makes no effort to hide her approval.

“I am nothing without you by my side,” I say.

“Nowhere I’d rather be.”

My hand holds my best effort at a ring.

“I’m a simple man of modest means but I’d be honored…”

Her eyes widen. Her teeth expose to bite her bottom lip.

She opens her hand to reveal a threaded bolt she offers as a finger.

Our lips meet as I thread my ring. The world around us goes silent except for the sounds of wrenching, snapping, and screaming above us.

I catch her peeking.

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