by Sparks In Shadow

Photo by elycefeliz via Flickr

I’d added purple onions to the salad for flavor and color. He picked his out, laying them on the edge of his bread plate. I apologized. “I thought we’d had onions this way before.”

“S’okay.” His shoulders tightened. “About last week… Honey, I didn’t mean to…”

“There’s banana pudding,” shot out of me, lifting like a question, “for dessert…”

“Sounds good.”

“We could put it into containers and eat it at the movies.”

“You want to?”

I nodded, excited to sit next to him in the dark.

He unfolded in my forgiveness, reaching across the table before we headed out.