Here’s my latest contribution to Flash!Friday based on the photo prompt.
Rebekah, wanting nothing more than to hide, ostriched her face into his father’s chest and he, setting his wine glass on the deck’s railing, overlooked what the wedding planner described simply as “paradise.”
Meanwhile, the run-away groom’s friends and family were deer caught in Rebekah’s family’s high-beam headlight stares.
“Heading out the door now. Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You are the greatest thing in my life.”
That’s what his text said. That was over an hour ago.
The pastor began to say something, probably of a consolatory nature, to Rebekah’s mother…
“Then what the hell happened John? No other car. Wasn’t texting. Didn’t appear he hit anything before he ran into the pole.”
The coroner shook his head. “I think it was the flower that did him in.”
He pointed to the boutonnaire. “Right there on his neck. See? He must have swerved when the bee stung him.”