Well, That Sure Took a Dark Turn

Playing Around with a Piece of Micro-Fiction

Or the unexpected results of a prompt from a writing workshop.

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Where it began.

The diamond catches the sunlight and splashes blue across the ivory of her dress, but it can't hold a candle to the brilliance of her smile or the deep, green-flecked hazel of her eyes. Those eyes are what caught me in the diner a bit more than a year ago and drew me to her like a moth to a flame.

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And it ended up as this. At least for now.

Right now, standing there at the altar in her ivory dress, Lisa smiles like it’s the best day of her fucking life; she closes her eyes, her cheeks rosy pink, ‘I do’ is a whisper and a kiss for that perfect Ken Doll asshole of a groom, and all the while, she has no idea, not even the faintest of inklings, that the sparkle in those hazel eyes has caught me and in time it will draw me to her like the inevitable cliched moth to fuckin’ flame.

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