We face each other, take one another's hands. Smiling, we fight back tears, repeat the words of the preacher. "To have and to hold...until death do us part." Rings slip onto fingers, cool metal on warm skin. We grin. Elation rises in our chests, threatens to bubble out. Married.
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Assorted Short Stories
Narrativa generaleA collection of flash fiction for when you need a little literary pick-me-up in the middle of the day.
