The Birthday Gift by Juliet Boyd

posted 18 Apr 2016, 09:43 by Juliet Boyd   [ updated 20 Apr 2016, 10:40 ]

“A duck?”

From the look on her face, he guessed she wasn’t impressed by the gift.

“It’s bath salts. You know, one of—”

“I know what it is.”

He could tell from the way she looked up at the ceiling that she was holding back. His confidence wavered. It had been the wrong decision. He should’ve chosen the champagne, but he couldn’t change that now.

“I thought you’d like a soak. You should relax on your birthday. I’ll run the bath for you. What do you say?”

She crossed her arms. “Yes, you do that.”


He closed the door behind him, as she threw the duck into the water. He leaned against it, his bottom lip taking the brunt of his nerves. He desperately needed to pee, but he didn’t dare go back in.

Just how long did one of those things take to dissolve.

He’d almost given up when she screamed.

"Are you there?” she said.

“Uh-huh.” He couldn’t manage anything more.

The door clicked open. She reached out her hand, the ring already in place.

Inspiration from this post by @skybisonseamus on Instagram