Ad Lib

An 800 word short story

Jemima ran her manicured hand through her fine blonde hair and asked, “Will you marry me?”

Andrew almost dropped his script. He blinked and wondered if he’d heard her correctly.

She moved along the sofa so she was sitting with her thigh touching his, took his hand in hers, looked into his eyes and whispered the words again.

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