Friday, September 3, 2010

Short story for Friday


In 2008, my sister Sunny married Chris in a beautiful wedding by the lake in Tahoe. I was (old) maid of honor and proudly stood by her side at the altar. After the ceremony, Bastian came running up to me. He hugged me, then pulled himself away.

“We can never get married,” he whispered.

I looked away from him. Sighed.

“Okay, if that’s what you want.”

He followed, with a smile, “Because I will cry like a baby in the ceremony.”

He proposed marriage one week later.

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