I’ve discovered that the weekly prompt for the 100 word story originates from Julia’s Place – here is my offering for this week.
White flakes had been falling persistently for days creating a slushy mix of grit and snow on the registry office steps. The extreme weather meant the guests, and Roger of course, sheltered inside. Her open-toed stilettos were inappropriate; the distance to the dark doorway too great to cross. She looked down at the hand gently stroking her stomach; the long, lacy, white sleeve of her dress covering the mottle of blue and yellow.
“Would you keep going?”
Years later she would joke that she’d got cold feet; a light veil concealing the darker truth.
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