The Bride’s Choice

Outside a kookaburra laughed heartily.

Today was her day. She recalled his proposal. Sweet and beautiful…they were meant for each other.

Her dress hung on the door…lace and satin…her dream dress.

She spent the morning perfecting her makeup.

Finished, she felt that special glow of all brides.

Time to dress…something new…la perla underwear, something blue…a garter…something old…her grandmother’s ring.

She slipped on her wedding dress and stood before the mirror.

The phone kept ringing.

‘Leave me alone.’

2pm she walked in the garage. The car started first time. Closing her eyes, she waited.

They were meant for each other.

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