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My hands shook noticeably as I adjusted the veil, my anxiety attributed to normal bridal nerves by the obligatory admiring posse. I barely recognised myself in the mirror; a version of me I had pined for, actively pursued and yet now baulked at. All the warnings levied at me now flashed through my mind; “Marry… Continue reading Bridal Nerves – flash fiction
Pretty shoes; raw heels, blistered toes.
On-line bullying. Real life consequences.
Stolen moments, sweet nothings, broken heart.
Snoring stranger, furry mouth, empty bottles.
“Finally,” he said, “I’ve found you.”