WHEN MATT AND TRACEY WERE MARRIED

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 :(

A DESPICABLE THIEF

I was visiting a friend today in hospital in Santa Cruz. The woman who shares her room went into the en suite bathroom just before a couple came to visit her. At least I assumed they were a couple.
They asked where she was. I told them and turned back to talk to my friend.
The other patient came out of the bathroom to discover her mobile phone was missing, along with the young man.
Her visitor had assumed he was with me, just as I had assumed he was with her.
He had calmly walked into a room where two women were seriously ill and stolen a mobile phone from the patient's side-table.
One could almost wish it was contaminated with eboli.