Timmy waited outside the Girl’s Entrance, his tummy all a flutter. His hands, still damp from their unaccustomed washing, were jammed deep into his pocket.
The rest of her class were out. Where was she? Ah! Here she comes, golden curls in disarray, huge brown eyes bright and alive. Though she walked alone, she was smiling.
“Janey,” he said. “Will you marry me?” And he pulled from his pocket the green plastic ring he’d found in his Jamboree Bag that morning.
She scrunched her nose. “Yes.”
86 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Jamboree