The wedding wasn't that bad at all, actually, even though I thought it might have been so.
There were well-dressed people, colourful balloons, paellas, tortillas, cakes, tarts, wines, toasts, a couple of broken glasses and two cousins that stopped speaking to each other forever.
I checked out the young man seated by my side.
His blue suit looked quite good on him, as a matter of fact. He was wearing a white shirt and a light blue tie.
Harmonious.
He was just sitting there quietly.
A fly was taking a walk on his fingers that rested peacefully on a white tablecloth.
I reached out to swat it.
I was surprised by my own hand, imprisoned in a white satin glove.
I leaned towards my neighbour and whispered into his ear:
"Hey, I'm a bride."
"And I, the groom." The young man in the blue suit smiled at me.
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A/N: Theme song: "Frank & Nancy Sinatra: Something Stupid."
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Short StoryThis book is a collection of numerous short stories I have created, both mini and midi ones, written in the period of the past twenty years. Some of them are award-winning entries in various micronarrative competitions. Others were adapted with the...
