Everyone Tells You Your Wedding Day Will Be the Happiest Day of Your Life
As the organ played, the guests stood. His best man gave him a thumbs up, his father a wink. His heart crashing against the walls of his chest, he turned. She was walking down the aisle towards him. Smiling at everyone. As beautiful and radiant as on the day they met. Behind her walked his bride.
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Glass
She made glass, so I suggested meeting at the Fitzwilliam.
I hoped to be early, so she would come upon me transfixed by treasures. The traffic, however, was terrible. She was there, back turned, gazing at an ancient-looking dish. Lovelier in real life.
I was striding over, wiping away sweat, when I heard my name. ‘You’re here? You hate art!’
Spinning around in the direction of my sister, I pitched forward. My knee bashed into a plinth. There was a shattering sound. I had tripped over my shoelace and knocked over a glass exhibit.
My date turned and stared.
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