A Dark and Stormy Night
It was a dark and stormy night. Perhaps it would be cliche had it not been the evening of my wedding. All the guests, including dear Rodger and I, were trapped in the reception hall. It was 10 pm and lightning threatened to strike at the tall windows. The children were crying, the adults were complaining, and I was weeping. A wedding day ruined. Rodger told me not to cry, soothing my emotions. He told me he would go outside with a few others to see if they could find some sort of emergency generator or something and get the power back on. The men left, their wives and girlfriends coming with. I stayed. They did not return. Lightning illuminated the glares of the single women who turned to me after they dismembered the girl that had caught the bouquet. If only I had thrown it differently.