PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy
White doves cooed and shuffled about in their cages. Restless. The sun was out, a windless day yet Penelope’s mind was fogged over. Thick with anxiety. She glanced sideways at the rows of silk clad guests, smiling expectantly. The minister’s voice cut through the mind-fog, “Penelope?”
The groom’s frown betrayed his embarrassment.
“Penelope?” The minister nudged, “Do you take Jasper to be your lawful wedded husband?”
She could feel her mother’s eyes boring into her from the front row, urging her to finish it. She thought of the futility of marrying only in your social class.
And said, “I do.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge is to write a full story in 100 words or less.
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