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Best Laid Plans

The plan was fool proof.

I picked up the dress – white lace and satin – and called the priest, well, six. That’s how many it took before I found a priest rogue enough to perform a Catholic ceremony in the dead of night.

All the man had to do was show up.

His bike leaned politely against the building as always. My knock echoed loudly only angering me more.

“Can I help you?” I stared at the woman peeking over his shoulder. “My wife and I were just leaving.” Rage burned through me.

That’s the last thing I remember.


Word Count: 98

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13 thoughts on “Best Laid Plans

  1. I think the clandestine middle of the night ceremony should have been a clue that something wasn’t quite right. Love only conquers all, including logic and blinds us from the obvious.

  2. Oh the poor fool! I say fool because probably all their encounters were “on the side” so to speak… which spells trouble. Was an experience to make her all the wiser…
    Good one, Kelley!

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