Short story: Destiny



The ceremony was lazy and golden, with boquets and bumblebees and a serene joy permeating the proceedings.

The ceremony was lazy and golden, with boquets and bumblebees and a serene joy permeating the proceedings.vv

Layers of profiterols brushed the ceiling of the marquee, the bride glowed white and pink, the entertainment played subtly in the background.

As the priest pauses for the final vows, and an anxious mother tried to supress the hiccupping cries of her newborn on the groom's side, the music halted and there was a brief reprieve while the marquee held its breath.

The leaves shook. Tables and streamers trembled. The sky cracked open and commanded the attention of the party. The bride cried, the groom cursed the weather, and the wind protested by ripping the marquee clean out of the ground.

Perhaps God protested.

Perhaps it was global warming.

In any event, she caught the next flight out and was never seen again.

This is the result of a fifteen minute writing exercise. The only constrictions were the time limit and five randomly selected words from the dictionary. Today the words were defence, entertainment, repreive, supress, and attention.

Image courtesy of Arkadyevna.