Flowers lay scattered across the lawn. The tulips face up, mouths open, like fish out of water.
Inside the church, silence reined.
The bridegroom reached for the maid of honour.
Facing the congregation, he said, ‘True love can never be found where it does not truly exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does.’
They left through the back door, climbing into a waiting taxi.
That evening the bride returned home. ‘He tried to tell me,’ she told her parents, ‘but I refused to listen.’
Her parents stayed silent, this wasn’t the time for recriminations or lectures.