Chapter 62: Nuptial
Children don’t forget, Helen kept thinking while family — Goddammit how can Lenny look like a slob, even in a tuxedo? — and friends waited for her daughter, the bride, to join them under The Mayor. She chided herself for being so in love with the idea of marriage, and pushing Virginia to this day. Now she suspected the groom to be the type to throw a punch if dinner was late. She squeezed her husband’s hand, wondering which of them would pull the trigger if that turned out to be true. Hell, Lenny, ever wayward son, would do it for smokes.
Storied Orlando is a micro story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less.