We took the ferry to Ocracoke Island on the Outer Banks. James laid a towel over the warm sand and spread out our picnic feast—fried turkey breast, macaroni and cheese, buttery biscuits, coleslaw.
The seagulls circled over our heads. The wind gusts blew sand into our food so that we couldn’t enjoy it without grinding our teeth on tiny grains.
It was impossible to eat, so he took me to the water’s edge and lowered himself on one knee. Surprised, I stumbled backward and cut my heel on a sea urchin.
It was the clumsiest marriage proposal ever.
Part of Friday Fictioneers: write a complete story in 100 words using the provided photo prompt. I had no idea what this week’s photo was. I guess Marie Gail Stratford wanted to challenge our imaginations. All I can say is that the spikes made me think of sea urchins.