Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Invited

October 24th 2015 in Microfiction

“Hold on,” the bride said, hesitating at the start of the aisle alone. “Honey,” her mother said from the front pew, tears welling up. “Everybody just wait, okay?” the bride said again, her voice a little shaky. People looked around uncomfortably; the priest shifted his weight back and forth; the groom started back down the aisle to retrieve her, his heart breaking. The bride held up her hand. “There it is! Do you feel it? A cold draft?” she asked excitedly. The people closest to her nodded; they had felt something. “Hit the lights!” the bride called out and her cousin flipped the switches for the main aisle. In the partial darkness, a mist had formed to the bride’s left, growing and becoming a bit more solid. “I knew it!” the bride said happily as several people gasped. “I knew you’d find a way to walk me down, Dad.” She nodded for the music to begin.


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