With one eye on the clock, Bikram rushed around to ensure everything was in place.
Her favourite music on the speakers: Check.
Champagne and candles: Check.
One last, nervous tug at his collar and a glance at the mirror told him this should work.
Smiling, he waited in the foyer. Five minutes later, the key in the lock announced Sheethal’s arrival. Without a glance at him, she walked into the dining space and saw the set up.
She crossed her arms, unimpressed.
“Bikram, a quick fix is not going to get you out of this one. Do better.”
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.