I am back.
At least until next week. I'll keep you posted ;)
This week's prompt:
Was it a knock that had woken her?
She forced her eyes open, mumbling about mornings and how they should be banned.
And then voices.
“She’s done it again.” “She’s skipped another one.” “Poor , poor boy.”
She jerked upright, evil mornings forgotten, and snatched at her clock. “No!!” Not this one. I can’t miss this one.
Her wedding—the real one, this time—started in ten minutes.
She hadn’t even showered…let alone made herself beautiful enough to marry the love of her life. The dress hung on the door, mocking her. She jerked the dress off its hanger and tugged it over her head.
Now go see how everybody else did it!