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| Mischief Managed |
She walked through the long bridge and thought “they
made me do it”. She entered the hall. Empty stares followed her slow paces. The
assembly was gathered, as expected. When she reached the end of the aisle, he
was standing there; the stranger. “We are gathered here…” a blur of words
bundled together screamed at her “… take this man to be…” and then silence. It
was her turn to speak apparently. The only word that came to her restless mind
was… “No.” A murmur was heard throughout the hall. But she still had the power
to decide after all.
Oh that would be soooo hard. Sometimes people push to hard to get what they want. Sometimes this has to happen! And the groom... oh my, talk about MAJOR pissed off! what a mess. hehe
ReplyDeleteYou bet! Actually, you gave me an idea, to write the reverse of the story, the groom's side!
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