Monster Wedding

She stood in her wedding dress. A chill breeze threatened her hair. The church had sublimed, leaving her in a field of bluebells. Darryl?

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.”

(100 words)

Image from Josh Mosey.


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