A manic clown approached with a whip cream pie. Monsters swarmed out of the murk. The clown cackled loudly.
What had happened? She must be losing her mind. This couldn’t be real. The monsters looked plastic, stiff.
The clown’s polka dot tie flapped inanely. He cocked his arm awkwardly. The pie sailed.
She raised her arms. Not my wedding dress! A button pulsed in her bouquet. She pushed it.
Her dream man Darryl said, “I do.”
Image from Josh Mosey.