He ran his brush under the tap and the water broke over his hand andthen he gritted his teeth and scrubbed. His bottom wagged like a dog,ha ha. Do not forget to brush your teeth before bed, she said from thedoorway. I will not, he gurgled. Then, taking a step into the bathroom,she cleared her throat and said in her best voice, Will you marry me?And friendly Éadaoin stopped brushing and looked at her and gave hiscrooked smile and turned away from her and, bowing his head, talkingto the sink, said, Of course I will, I will of course, and stayed lookinginto the well of the sink for the longest time, until her feet got cold andshe wandered to her bed.
Andrew Peters grew up in several parts of the United Kingdomand Ireland and is currently based in Cairo, Egypt. His short fiction has appeared in print anthologies in the UK, Ireland, HongKong, and the United States. His story “Felix Culpa” receivedan honorable mention in the Glimmer Train 2017 Short StoryAward for New Writers and appeared in the Earlyworks Press2018 anthology (United Kingdom), having been chosen in competition.