#RomanticFridayWriters - #AtoZChallenge - Dribbles, Drabbles, Droubbles - Flash Fiction - H is for His Ring.

Welcome to RomanticFridayWriters!

RFW is about short short writing or flash fiction (usually 400 words), less for poems, with some romantic element. It's not Romance of the happily ever after variety, but Romantic, where it's about the story, the issue, with some romantic relationship involved. Our stories are edgy, sometimes dark, and often don't have the HEA ending! 

So here we go! RFW Dribbles (50 words), Drabbles (100 words) and Droubbles (200 words) and more (400 ish)...for your enjoyment - a laugh, a cry...

It's widely agreed that most fiction (unless it's solely about animals) begins and ends with human characters: their frailties, virtues, conflicts and expectations. In our stories for the A - Z Challenge the writers attempt to more closely observe the people around us...

Today is super romance... 

H is for:

After the dinner party two nights ago, Robert had checked for the ring under his blue sweater in the drawer. It was there then, but not now.

A chef by profession, he enjoyed enticing his Darlene with lobster, savory salad, brie cheese, crackers and chocolate dipped strawberries for dessert. On this particular occasion magnolias floated in a low vase, their strong scent somewhat over powered by the flavors emanating from the kitchen. 

Darlene showered in the bathroom. Disappointed that his plan was ruined, he slammed his sweater drawer shut and returned to the kitchen. Satisfied with his menu, he set the scene in the cozy lounge with tapered candles set in crystal candelabras. He brought out the delectable dishes, leaving the lobsters till last, then turned to watch Darlene make her usual grand entrance, this time in her black slinky cocktail dress, his favorite.

They'd met when Darlene entered his restaurant, enjoyed his cooking and asked to meet him. Love captured him instantly. Now, his proposal was ruined and the ring, one of a kind, could not be replicated. Disappointment tasted bitter on his lips and gnawed at his stomach. 

Music swelled from the Bose. Darlene stepped around the ottoman, her walk sultry, her body moving to the music. As she came closer, a flash drew his eyes to her finger. There, enticing and sweet, she wore his ring.

Word Count: 220 - a little over Drabble length

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Nancy Williams has been inventing fantastical stories since she started talking eons ago. She finds it fun to create new creatures and new worlds or to elaborate on this world. Nancy has published two books and is working on her third. Visit her @ http://nrwilliams.blogspot.com.au/.