Standing room only

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Chapel – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a tiny chapel. Beside the chapel are dilapidated stone walls. A clue to its history/location perhaps.

‘I’m sure everyone will understand. You worry too much.’
Helen was unsure. She had always wanted to be married in the little chapel in the village but it was just so small, seating only 25.
‘The guest list just snowballed! Numbers were OK to start with, then Mum remembered about significant others and children, and before we knew it, our quiet little wedding was going to be a big affair of over 200. How will we get them all in?’
‘Look, it’s no big deal. People will be happy just to be there and share our day.’
‘But Louis! Where will they sit??? Do we give them raffle tickets for a seat in a pew, draw lots or first come, first seated kind of thing? Dammit, we should have eloped!’
Helen burst into tears.
Louis put his arm round her shaking shoulders.
‘Don’t, darling. You deserve a traditional wedding with all the trimmings, your Dad giving you away, and your Mum softly weeping in the front row dabbing delicately at her eyes with a lace hanky. Besides, it’s sorted.’
Helen sniffed and blew her nose noisily.
‘It is?’
‘Yeah. Your Dad and I got together and sorted it. Only one of each couple goes in the chapel, the other, kids and friends stay outside. The vicar has agreed to put speakers at the windows so that they can hear us exchange vows and join in the singing.’
She flung her arms round him.
‘Oh thank you!’
Louis hugged her tight, praying with every part of his being that it didn’t rain on Saturday, though his father-in-law to be had already thought of that too and a truck load of umbrellas would be available if necessary.

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