I can in all honesty say this is the first story I have written since middle school. Thank the Washington public school system for this little gem.
It is said that regardless of how
much planning and effort you put into it, without fail something will go wrong
at your wedding. Mary had heard this warning, but accepted her flawless
ceremony as a victory. All she had to do was get through the reception and she and
her new husband, Alex, were in the clear. Dinner had been served and now it was
time for the toasts. The maid of honor gave a lovely speech about life and
love. The only hurdle left to jump through was the best man’s toast. It was
known that Alex’s brother Noah was a bit of a drunk, but when his time came to
speak he seemed coherent enough to say a few encouraging words to the Bride and
Groom. Unfortunately for everyone; he wasn't. Noah downed his glass of champagne
and proclaimed his infatuation for the lovely Mary. He insisted that Alex had
stolen her from him and wanted to reclaim what he had lost. Alex and Noah’s
father tried his best to smooth over the situation and coerce Noah out of the
reception hall but on his way out, Noah threw a punch at the groom. All hell
broke loose and Alex and Noah were brawling. Luckily, security rolled in and escorted Noah out of the hall. As Noah left he begged for forgiveness, but his
shaken brother didn't grant his pleas.
A
few weeks had passed since her fiasco of a wedding and Mary received the photos
in the mail she thumbed through the pictures until she found an action shot of
the altercation. She stared at it for a while and thought, this ones goin’ in the memory book. An eternal reminder of the
single flaw in her almost flawless wedding.
