Crying in the chapel

This is a submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers,, prompted by the photo below, which was kindly provided by Ioniangaphics.

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Crying in the chapel

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?”

The mortuary

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 forest

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?

100 words

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6 Responses to Crying in the chapel

  1. Iain Kelly says:

    Ha, oh dear, that prank went badly wrong for all involved.


  2. JS Brand says:

    Thank you for reading Iain.


  3. michael1148humphris says:

    This is looking bad for all concerned. Good story telling

    Liked by 1 person

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