I straighten my tie and pin my button hole with trembling fingers. Abandoning my barely touched breakfast I leave for the church.
The music begins and I turn. I see Leonora start her slow walk down the aisle and momentarily forget to exhale. Effortlessly beautiful in antique lace, she is everything I ever wanted. The world seems to slow, along with my heart. Adoration flows through my veins.
I glance at my brother. It’s unfortunate he is the one marrying the woman I love. I will make sure his death is painless, his widow comforted. We shall be united in grief.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by the photo prompt.