Displacement

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.