This is a submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/, prompted by the photo below, which was kindly provided by Ioniangaphics.
Crying in the chapel
Father of the bride: “I’ll kill the sonofabitch. Nobody leaves my girl standing at the altar. And where’s that no-good father of his?”
Sheriff: “Neither of these two’s your boy, then? Strange, ‘cos his clothes was in the car when we found it. Sons, huh? He’ll be nursing a hangover somewhere.”
The bridegroom was too weak now to shout for Zack and Danny. It was hours since they’d driven off. What kind of best man cuffs you to a tree and leaves you out in the cold while he goes to buy more booze?