The laughter at the wedding reception makes my heart glad. I want a drink right now, none of that mild crap. How do I tell Gloria on her wedding day, her brother is dead? James was found nude, in a muddy ditch, murdered? How does one begin a sentence you know will destroy someone’s world? I’m hoping her marriage allows her to let loose of her obsessions concerning her brother.
“Detective Donavan, you finally made it,” Gloria yells, and begins laughing,as she runs to meet him.
Donavan walks to meet her. “I certainly did. What happened to your beautiful dress?”
“Oh clumsy me, I fell flat of my face in the mud.”
Now it’s your turn. Let’s see what you can do with this. Use the same words I did and come up with a FF story keeping it under 120 words. The winner will receive an ebook from Amazon of thier choice under $5.00. Deadline will be Friday, August 10th with a winner announced on the 11th. Send stories to email@example.com. Have Fun