Liza looked from Jack to the bag. She was perched on the edge of the sofa. She had cut her hair short and dyed it some sort of sweet potato red. He didn’t like it, but he told her she looked nice. It was only temporary, he thought.
She eyed him suspiciously and pulled the bag closer. She parted the white tissue paper. At the bottom was a small blue box. “Jack. No.” she said.
Jack had always hated that he never got her an engagement ring. He was just a kid then barely out of school and with little prospect. Liza shook her head,”I don’t think you can fix this with gifts this time Jack.”
He looked at the bag, “Liza,” he said, “Look, I’m sorry.”
“No, Jack. You can’t do that anymore either.” She stood up and walked out of the room.
word count: 144
written in response to the 54th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers — Week of 02-23 through 02-29-2016. This week’s photo prompt is provided by Ellespeth’s friend. Thank you Ellespeth’s friend!