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‘Will you marry me?’

Shut Up!


No, idiot. Try again.

‘Oh! Sure.’ (clears throat) ‘Will you, please, marry me?’

You think please makes it sound better?

‘It makes it sound nicer.’

You’re not preaching manners. Damn!

‘What do you want me to say?’

How about a poem? Something that rhymes.

‘Wouldn’t that look weird?’

Not weirder than your face. Haha!

‘Sheesh! You’re nasty. I don’t know why I talk to you.’

Because you got no one else to talk to. Loser! Now figure out that rhyme.

‘Roses are red, violets are blue. Be my wife, I love you.’

Shoot me! That stinks. Worse than a public toilet.

‘Hey! Why don’t you suggest something?!’

Hmm. Here’s one. Lemme love ya, lemme hold ya. All day, all night. Marry me, Francesca.

‘Her name’s Betty.’

Crap! What rhymes with Betty? Confetti, petty, jetty. She needs a new name.

‘You’re not helping. I thought you were smart.’

I am. Your stupidity is rubbing off on me.

‘Go to hell!’

Where do you think I am? Talking to you isn’t easy.

‘I hope she says yes. I’ll die if she doesn’t.’

I need a new suit.


Can’t come to your funeral in casuals. Hahaha!

‘Get lost! Don’t need you.’

Hey, hey! Wait. Fine. She’ll say yes. Don’t worry. Show me the ring.

‘I don’t have one.’

Oh my god! Are you kidding me?! This is the worst proposal ever.

‘You know I don’t get out much. I thought she could choose one herself. I’ll pay for it.’

Huh. Doesn’t sound too bad. Maybe she’ll fall for it. Oh look! She’s coming.

‘Hurry! Get out of here!’

Good luck dude.

‘Hey Betty. You look so pretty. Will you marry me?’

‘That’s so sweet, Dan. But take your pills first. You’ve been talking to yourself again.’

‘Who else can I talk to?’

‘Well, it’s nap time. Let’s go inside. You know the rules.’

‘I hate this place!’

‘Shhh. Maybe we’ll get married tomorrow.’

‘You always say that, Betty. I’m not crazy, you know.’

‘I know, Dan. You’ve been telling me that for four years now.’

The ice cream man has many flavors to choose from. Two scoops Bitterscotch Ice Cream in a crispy cone. No, it’s not a mistake.

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31 Comments on “That Crazy Proposal – Flash Fiction Story

  1. Crazy proposal was hilarious. The humor was very very well written. Didn’t imagine proposal could be done like that. Was in splits. Loved it

    • Haha! It’s something out of the ordinary. The humor makes it flow nicely. Always nice to smile and laugh. Thank you so much! 🙂

  2. Aww, shame, four years now!
    This was so funny!!! 🙂
    I laughed at “She needs a new name.”… but then “Go to hell!’/ Where do you think I am?” was even more hilarious! 🙂

    Appreciate the humor on a Friday evening, Terveen 🙂

    Have a great weekend!
    Pat xx

  3. This was very creatively written and presented. At first, I just thought that it was someone who was proposing but they were insecure and stressed about it so their subconcious was beating them down and holding them back. Then the ending came and I realised that the situation was probably very different. It’s probably set in a nursing home or a psychological hospital, which makes how much the character was stressing over the proposal even sadder because it was all just fuzz in his head in the end. I really love how much you experiment with different styles and structures – this one was definitely a win for me.

    • Thanks so much, Simone! 🙂
      I love how you sink deep into another’s words, analysing the thoughts and emotions with a critical eye. Great writers should do that. Every story, no matter how well told, is left to be interpreted in the reader’s mind according to their own experiences and assumptions.
      That’s what makes writing and reading such a fascinating adventure.
      The poor guy is in a world of his own. And probably will remain there for some time. This story is a mixture of humor and sadness.
      I guess both go hand in hand in the real world too.

  4. Love the story and the humor. What a fun question it is to ask for a hand in marriage. You don’t think of it as serious at all)

    • Haha! Thank you so much, Shobana.
      Tried to give this a fun and also sad twist. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂

  5. LOL. That’s such a wonderful story. How many people are on medications these days? Countless. Sometimes one doesn’t know if it is the man talking or the pills talking. LOL.

    • Exactly!
      That is the truth.
      Can laugh or cry about it. Or maybe both. Just take life in its stride, difficult, but doable.
      Thank you so much! 🙂

  6. Fantastic, you always make me laugh. Love the poem proposals. Awesome. Great story, Terveen! 😊

    • Thank you so much, Jeff. 🙂
      Laughter makes life easier.
      Even if one has to laugh at themselves. Why not?!

      • Yes! I completely agree, laughter does make life easier, and laughing at oneself is necessary. 🤣 You’re most welcome, Terveen. 😊

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  8. Well, while being medicated and institutionalized for four plus years may not be the ideal environment to restore mental stability, at least Dan has an acerbic inner voice that will help keep his wits sharp and ground him in a semblance of reality.

    Hey, you take your positives where you can get them.

    At least Confetti Jetty Betty wasn’t petty, and allowed Dan the small glimmer of hope that tomorrow or the tomorrow after that could possibly be the day she finally says yes and picks out her own engagement ring.

    Nice dialogue exchange, Terveen.

    • I think Dan will do just fine with an inner voice like that. He’s not in the best place and circumstances, but at least he has something to look forward to. Betty keeps him and his mind going.
      Not a dull or lonely moment when love is the special of the day.
      And it’s really nice of Betty to play along. I guess she’s kind and supportive. May Dan find his way, even though it just may be a circular trajectory. But then, not everything is about moving from A to B. Sometimes we must find comfort where we are. It’s all about that open-eyed perspective.
      Thank you so much, Rhyan! 🙂

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