WHEN MATT AND TRACEY WERE MARRIED
Matt and Tracey’s wedding was
perfect.
Her Dad mellowed from ‘Don’t bring
that hippie round my house’ to ‘He’s a son-in-law to be proud of’.
His mother, who had threatened not to
come, was splendid in pink with a huge hat.
His brother’s speech managed – just –
not to offend Grandma, the cake was delicious, and her sister caught the bouquet.
They jetted off to the Maldives in a
daze of happiness.
The glow lasted till the third day.
The islands were so low in the fabulous azure sea that the only way Matt could
get a signal was by climbing a tree.
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I wrote today's story in ten minutes, and it came in at exactly 100 words, so I hope it passes muster!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting our group of writers and to Susan Eames for the photograph - I am sure a mobile signal was the last thing on her mind when she took it! Sorry, Susan :(