By Neil. B
I was best man at Mark’s wedding. My speech was well received. Bleary-eyed relatives shook my hand and poured drinks. I thought the job was done.
I needed fresh air, so I walked through the immaculate ornamental gardens and sat on a bench next to a koi pond. It was there I heard it. Moaning from behind a hedge, grunting, heavy panting. Fabric ripping. A zipper sliding. That distinctive laugh.
I rushed back into the hall, asked the bride for a dance, held her tight, all the while thinking, please don’t go outside. Please enjoy these precious moments while they last.
You can really pack in quite a drama in 100 words! Great story!
The juxtaposition is classic. Well done.
Heavy best man responsibilities. Great story in so few words.
Great work. I agree. A big story in 100 words.
This made me kind of sad. It probably happens more often than we know… or want to know. Great job in evoking so much emotion in so few words, Neil.