Tale Weaver #123 08.06.17: The June Bride

Wedding Bell Blues Lorraine!

The bride had been planning this day for over a year, and looked beautiful.
The day had dawned bright and sunny, it couldn’t be more perfect.
Standing behind the happy couple about to exchange vows, a solitary tear snaked down a powdered cheek and was brushed away.
She had been dreading today, hoping her daughter would change her mind, smash her rose-tinted glasses and see the lying cheat she was devoting her life to before God.
Anyone would have accepted pre wedding nerves from the bride, but not the bride’s mother. She had seen her future son-in-law in the arms of another, and it was not a hug between ‘friends’. Purely by chance she had witnessed the unbridled passion that simmered between them, watched as they’d entered a sleazy motel room, stripping off their clothes before the door had closed.
The bitch was Maid of Honour and stood holding the bridal bouquet, a best friend who had betrayed hers in the worst possible way.
The vicar droned on to the part ‘Should anyone know of any lawful impediment……’ and she held her breath.
There was a delicate pause.

‘I do’.
Amid gasps of shocked surprise, everyone looked round to see who had uttered those immortal words out of context.
The bride lifted her veil and turned to face her groom.
With a strength she never knew her daughter possessed, she slapped him hard across the cheek.
Grabbing her ‘friend’, she pulled her roughly up to the altar, retrieved her bouquet and crushed it into her face.
‘You can have him.’ she said. ‘The lying pair of you are made for each other’.
With her head held high, she slowly and gracefully took her mother’s hand, who was now weeping tears of joy.
She smiled, and together they walked down the aisle out into the sunshine.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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7 Responses to Tale Weaver #123 08.06.17: The June Bride

  1. Lorraine says:

    Enjoyable story with a happy ending! Liked the darker overtones, and satisfyingly conclusion.
    Thanks for playing along.

  2. Michael says:

    You had me wondering what was going to happen. We love reading a rightful ending Di…so well done…

  3. kittysverses says:

    Glad about the happy ending. Well done. 🙂

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