Heads I Win, Tails You Lose Lee Lumpkins My significant other and I were spending a quiet evening at his folks' cabin down by the creek. A hint of fall was in the air. Soft lights, wine and cheese in front of the fireplace. He had brought flowers. We had soothing music playing in the background. The mood was very romantic. A perfect setting. I was sure he would pop the question tonight. I was prepared to say Yes. I had secretly already made out my list of guests to invite, once we set the date. We had talked of the future quite a few times in the past year. We just couldn't agree on setting a date. Without warning, he jumped up laughing and with a twinkleof excitement in his eyes popped this question. "Lets flip a coin, heads we break up---tails we get married. What do you think of that?" I was stunned. I could not think of words to convey my disappointment. I ran out the door, started walking toward home on that lonely deserted road. Good to know the truth before sending invitations, I told myself. Lee Lumpkins lives in Foristell. Her poem, "Finding Solace," appears in this issue of Sweetgum Notes. Copyright © 2006. Do not reproduce without permission. Home Contents