She strutted down the church aisle, her heels tapping out a staccato. I shuffled behind, choking down the fog of her perfume. Dad was slightly ahead of us.
Her blonde bob swayed across the shoulders of her red coat. I wished I had done something with my own hair, which was mousey brown like Dad’s.
My family and friends nodded in our direction as we took our seats in the front pew. She placed her new leather tote between us, a designer barricade paid for with Dad’s money.
Dad was in front of the altar now, cased in elaborately decorated oak.
Great story
I could almost hear the church bells ringing. Great story!
WoW. You nailed it. I did not see this coming
Great story.
Great ending! Didn’t see THAT coming! A superior story.
Stunning piece of work. In Just 101 words!
Brilliant, just brilliant!
Well done! Nice job describing the not-quite-mom. The leather tote barricade and oak casket remain in my mind.
Thanks everyone for your feedback. It has motivated me to have a go at writing something else.
Loved “designer barricade”! But then, the whole story’s terrific. Nicely done!
Great story-and ending.
Great story and ending.
Loved it. Wasn’t expecting the twist
Outstanding.
A coffin! Yep, you nailed it. 🙂
Good stuff!