What’s with all of these questions about my birthday? Do I have the job or not? If it means you go with me to my birthday party—For. Get. It.
Then there was the ceremony. The ancient beat of the wedding march and the bridesmaids leading the way to the stage.
He hated attending funerals, and this one pained him as a reminder of his failed rescue.
Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair
“I can’t believe you brought a gun to our wedding.” Her head rested on his shoulder, her blonde hair drifted across his arm.
Would we all be asked to take our seats before someone announced the band’s entrance, like at a wedding reception? Or would they just walk through the door, engulfed within a crowd of adoring fans?
In a low and shaky voice, he made a considerable effort to deliver the two readings selected by the family. Ecclesiastes and the parable of the vine and branches.
He made a noise, it might have been a laugh, before he narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m going to expect a lot from you.” “Yes, sir.”
“Deal.” She flung her arms around his neck, and he kissed her until he thought waiting until their wedding night was going to be a challenge.
It was bad enough she’d been photographing the adorable couple since eight o’clock that morning. Now after their wedding vows, the love between them was more radiant, if that were even possible.
Shutter (a work in progress)
“My dear, certain birthdays demand we pay special attention. This one does.”
Didn’t matter if he was barefoot and hungry and naked, his world was his weapon. So, with no ceremony or greeting, he opened the door.
When Next We Meet (work in progress)