Drabble: Bonfire Night

Helen sat beside Nick on the flat roof.

"Congratulations." He clinked her glass.

Helen thought of the future as the bubbly slipped down her throat. She needed to build a research group. Someone had mentioned a Stephen in third year, said he was good. There might be some money available for a PhD.

"You'll get a job soon," she said.

Further appointments were being discussed. She should get Nick into the group.

"My publication record's not good enough."

Helen kissed him fondly. ``Don't sell yourself short."

"Helen?"

"Yes?"

"Will you marry me?"

Above her head, bright lights blossomed like flowers.