Dating a conceptual artist could be confusing. She never used phones – too boring and conventional. But this was extreme even for Juliet. What was the meaning of the cryptic message on my doorstep?
Was she asking me to make up, or break up with her? Had our relationship fallen to pieces?
It was then I noticed the taxi parked outside. Juliet came running towards me, carrying two white arms and a bulging canvas bag.
She had decided to move in with me! I was beside myself with joy.
If I had known she was coming, I would have tidied up.
This is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Challenge, using the photo prompt, and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
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