PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
As I slide the invitation out of its thick cream envelope my breath catches in my throat.
Your second wedding.
I resist the urge to tear the invite into a thousand pieces, remind myself that we’re friends now. Adults.
The church will be freezing, smelling of beeswax and hope. Benches as hard as my heart. But I’ll go.
I’ll compliment your new bride on her dress, jostle for her bouquet, raise my glass in a toast but when it’s over, when the confetti has crumbled to dust, I promise you this. I will destroy her. The way she destroyed us.
I think working on the end of my new novel has brought out my dark side this week – I’ve scared myself a little! Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries over at Rochelle’s blog, here.