A Wedding Story
The Bride’s Side *
“Have you seen the dress?”
“No, do you think she’ll have the nerve to wear white?”
“Time for a subject change – did you see what the Millers did to the outside of their house?”
“You mean the blue paint. Yes, I saw it.”
“Aren’t there some kind of codes against to stop people from painting their houses blue?”
“Look, here comes Bree.”
“Would you look at that, she’s as big as a bus.”
The Groom’s Side **
“Where’d he meet this girl, again? I forgot.”
“I’m not really sure. Cloe, do you remember where he found this one?”
“All I know is the groomsmen are out back taking bets on how long this is going to last.”
“Well, I hope he got a pre-nup.”
Cloe elbowed him in the ribs. “Watch it.”
“Here come the guys with the bride’s maids, you think Harry forgot the rings?”
“I just hope everyone can keep a straight face when the Minister uses ‘Pell’s’ birth name.”
Everyone is in place up front. Pretty as a picture. The audience goes quiet. The music starts.
The Stalker’s Song… Every Breath You Take, by the Police….
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A Wedding Story has been brought to you as an installment of Fiction Friday.
Come back next week and don’t touch anything sharp.
*as a part time Rent-a-Rev who has married many couples, including her daughter and son-in-law, some bits of conversation in this story were real. The replies have been changed to protect the friends and the couple.
** No, I did not place any bets. A few years back I was at a baby shower where I had married three of the women in attendance. Two of the three had gotten a divorce.
A Wedding Story