Hanging by a Thread, a Flash Fiction

This flash fiction was written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle!


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Hanging by a Thread

Why does everyone view weddings as dating opportunities? The romance in the air? Cake squashed in faces? The drunken relatives? The questionable playing of “Every Breath You Take” as a love song?

While Joe and I are still friendly, I don’t want to watch him say “I do”—not to her, yet here I sit, a thundercloud among happy sunflowers until minutes later when I’m the lone, happiness-quenching cloud.

Joe slides into the pew next to me.

“What happened?” I ask.

“She gave me an ultimatum I couldn’t refuse.”

“Oh?”

“You or her.”

“Yeah?” Who knew thunderclouds could grin?

end

Sascha Darlington

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18 replies »

  1. Dear Sascha,

    hey, perfect timing. The minister’s already there. 😉 It is a bad time, though, for him to decide. I’d say the bride is a smart cookie though. Better now than after “I do.” Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • I guessed that. 🙂 After I read your reaction, I thought about the ways in which readers bring their perceptions to what they’re reading and how that influences them and their read. It can be quite different from what the author intended. 🙂

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  2. Love is complicated and who knows what tore them apart in the first place. Better stop the wedding now than divorce later. The narrator remains a bit of a mystery though.

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