It was the D-day. She thought so. So, did he.

They have been dating for about five months now. Things had worked well between them. Rather one could see the sparks flying when they were together.

He was waiting for the opportunity to pop the question. Her birthday sounded apt for the occasion. He had asked her out for dinner at a Micheline star restaurant that served best of the French cuisine and wine, her weak point. She had anticipated the much-awaited, that night.

He had tried his best to conjure ways to express his heart. Being not so expressive by nature, he had failed miserably. Wondering how to go about, substituting the words with the bunch of red roses, though an old school thought, sounded promising.

Arriving early at the restaurant, he chose a table near the window overlooking the seashore. The sound of waves lapping at the shore accentuated the romantic mood that was set perfectly by the background score played by the in-house band at the restaurant. The cool sea breeze upped the quotient.

As he sat transfixed by the setting sun, he felt a tap on his shoulder. As he turned, he was mesmerized to see her standing by the side. Dressed in flowing pastel shade gown that snuggled up at right places along the contours of her petite figure, with her eyes gleaming and twilight highlighting her pink cheeks, she looked as fresh as the dew!

“Won’t you ask me to join?”

“Ah, yes”, he fumbled, getting up from his seat.

He helped her sit on the chair opposite. Turning back to his seat, he bent down and pulled the bunch of red roses from the bag kept on another chair.

With her jaws dropped, he looked at him in disbelief.

“Happy birthday sweetheart”, he said while extending the bunch towards her with his heart thumping.

“Would you…”

A shriek that escaped her trembling lips, was cut his speech short.

Though she had feebly tried to extend her hands, she was shivering. Her face turned pale. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead and she stammered….”N…n…no…no, no…y…y..you…you cant, can’t do that to me”

Saying so, she got up from her seat at once and dashed for the door.

Flummoxed by the sudden turn of the events and clueless about what might have possibly gone wrong, he did not realize many heads turning in their direction with curiosity.

Time stood still. In a split of a second, he slumped in the chair recollecting with a thunderclap, about her anthophobia, mentioned on one of the earliest dates, which had slipped his mind while being lost in the romantic world!

‘How can I…oh God’, he mumbled to himself, picking up the bunch of red roses from the table, walking towards the door.

A sequestered thorn pierced his heart as he realized his folly.


This piece of fiction is based on the prompt ‘Red Roses’, by Corinne Rodrigues
*Anthophobia: Fear of flowers, especially red roses. To know more, click here
Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay

13 Comments

Ramya · May 2, 2020 at 9:59 pm

Ha ha.. good one. I feel pity for her though with her phobia of flowers.

Dashy · May 3, 2020 at 4:22 pm

Does such a phobia actually exist? Fun story, he should have remembered if he was planning to take the next step in the relationship! Poor girl.

Corinne Rodrigues · May 3, 2020 at 6:42 pm

Oh dear! Thoughtfulness and remembering details is always better than flashy gestures! 😉

aditi · May 3, 2020 at 11:13 pm

Aww… feeling bad for the guy but he should have remembered about her anthophobia!
Hopefully this is just the intermission in the story:)

shravmusings · May 4, 2020 at 7:33 pm

First time am hearing about Anthophobia. Nice story, enjoyed the narration

Ira Mishra · May 4, 2020 at 8:48 pm

Oh my… Such a wonderful plan… And forgot such an important thing!! I am with the lady here 🙂

Pradeep · May 5, 2020 at 10:57 am

O, goodness, what a thing to do! The power of romantic feelings can be so overpowering, in order to even lose sight of something that is so obvious. One hopes she is not lost forever for him, and they will be able to make it up,

Esha · May 5, 2020 at 12:54 pm

Oh dear! I wish he had paid more attention to her likes and dislikes before venturing out to impress her. A well crafted tale, Anagha!

Parul Thakur · May 5, 2020 at 5:20 pm

oops! and this was a good read, Anagha! I feel bad for him and that he forgot.

Madhavi · May 6, 2020 at 11:24 am

Arey! How often it happens…we make blunders when we become nervous. I enjoyed reading the story.

the bespectacled mother · May 6, 2020 at 9:00 pm

This was a sad read where a prominent fear spoiled a life altering moment. I hope she pardons him for his mistake.

Deepa Gopal · May 10, 2020 at 12:47 pm

A good one, Anagha! How often we tend to forget details that are so important in life! Would love to know what happens next. 🙂

Keerthi Vydyula · May 10, 2020 at 9:14 pm

This is so relatable at many levels. Might not be very similar but i feel most of the couples go through similar situations is what i feel.

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