This tale was written based on the following prompts
My boss called me into her office and silently handed me a piece of a paper instructing me to follow my dreams, and suddenly I was afraid.
My dreams have a way of imploding, but like layers of cloud, his instructions couldn’t be dismissed.
For days I worried, growing weary like the old dilapidated tree which has seen better days, but eventually my thoughts turned to her, and I was reminded that dreams don’t sleep peacefully.
So, I grabbed the flowers and my courage, hopped on my bike and headed in your direction, passing that tree which had stood sentinel with a wry smile.
There was only one way this would end, in disaster … and I was right, as the rain began to plummet down and I lost control and that’s how I ended up here.
In silence I watched the emotions flit across your features, I saw your eyes shift to the bouquet of flowers which I still gripped with a fatalistic devotion, and then you smiled.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, David.”
My heart might have skipped a beat, but it was my little sister’s whoops of joy which brought my parents running.
“Marc said yes, I’m going to be a best man.”
“Best man? Well I’m going to the Father of the Bride.”
Came the quick retort and as we shared a resigned look I smiled, “Welcome to the family.”