Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #8

Time for the eighth weekly Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. The image below is from
Everything was in place.
Each table on the stage sat eight, so plenty of room for her immediate family.
The main table overlooked them all, and those of lesser standing had bench seats and trestle tables in the aisles.
Marianne was in her element.
What better way to prove to her son that his choice of bride was not worthy of their status.

Three hours later Marianne was being comforted by her family as she held a crumpled note in her fist announcing that the pair had eloped.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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11 Responses to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #8

  1. joyroses13 says:

    Guess they pulled one over on her! 🙂

  2. Hélène - Willow Poetry says:

    This would be awful to experience.

  3. I feel so fortunate as my MIL and I have a wonderful friendship.

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