He was close. The big moment was coming.

They were covered in sweat, exhausted after two hours of constant exertion – it would all be worth it for the exultation that he was building up to.

He smiled at her and took in the scene, never wanting to forget it.

She looked back in wonder, puzzled at his brief hiatus from action.

The crowd parted around them, he took the ring from his pocket, glad that it had remained safe throughout the raucous concert.

‘Jolene, will you mar…’

Fireworks exploded, the mass jumped as one, she turned away, lost in her own passion. The ring disappeared.

Once again, he had mistimed the big climax.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

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