1549. Down on one knee

(The closing sentence for this story was suggested by Terry of ARANEUS1. If you want to join in the fun of suggesting a future closing sentence for these stories, click here for a peek as to what’s what.)

I’d put it off for long enough. Leonie-Lee was my life and light. We had been dating now for three years. It was time to propose marriage, but to be honest, what if she said “No”? The possibility of a “No” – no matter how improbable it was in reality – had always come in the way of proposing. I wish she’d taken advantage of that quirky thing (I believe it’s the case) and proposed to me herself last Leap Day.

I caught the number 12 tram. It stops almost outside my house. There’s no need to walk far except down the garden path. In fact, when it rains, I simply wait in my porch and when the number 12 tram approaches I dash out and board the tram raincoat-less and umbrella-less. Crossing the road can be a bother, but there’s a place for pedestrians to cross, although these days who can trust the road-raging drivers? Of course, I carry my coat and umbrella, because when I reach the tram stop where I alight I still have to walk a good half hour to arrive at Leonie-Lee’s house.

I had the engagement ring and everything. In fact I’ve been so excited about this decision that I haven’t slept for two days. Not the briefest forty winks.

When I got off the number 12 tram the sun was shining. The day couldn’t have been more pleasant if I’d planned it myself. I practically skipped my way to Leonie-Lee’s. This was to be the happiest day of my life thus far.

Anyway… that was a couple of hours ago. Leonie-Lee said… well… it doesn’t matter. Same as last time. Afterwards, I headed straight for home. As I stepped off the number 12 tram, dodging impatient traffic, it started to rain.

16 thoughts on “1549. Down on one knee

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  2. umashankar

    The brooding, first person perspective makes it an absolutely engrossing story. The rain at the end gives the story a touch of Hemingway in the way the protagonist looks forward to a solitary, uncertain and loveless future. Even though the closing sentence was supplied by one of the readers, you have made it an inalienable and crucial part of the story. It doesn’t belong to the original writer anymore.

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  3. noelleg44

    Okay,, there’s SOME hope at the end, but the picture caught me – it could have been taken in Prague some 30 years ago when the old trams still ran, and yes, I did take the number 12 often.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      !! I think the picture came from an old photo of Sydney Australia. It could well have been a photo of the trams in Wellington New Zealand when I was a kid! (They’re not there now – they have buses with tires running on the electric tram wires.

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