This flash fiction was written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle!
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.”
“You or her.”
“Yeah?” Who knew thunderclouds could grin?