Around the corner in the chapel, she could hear “Here Comes the Bride” playing via the acoustic organ. “Okay, we’ve rehearsed this a hundred times.” She said to herself. “Through the arches, around the corner, and down the aisle. He’s waiting for you there. No problem.” Then why are my feet and palms sweating? She wondered.
Someone tapped her shoulder, her heart skipped a beat. “Dad.”
“You okay?” She nodded and gulped. His brow knitted together and asked, “You ready?”
She nodded, linked her arm with her dad’s arm, and took a deep breath. “Just don’t let me fall.”
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.