White Lace | 100 Word Stories

#066 We’ve Only Just Begun

A “Just Married” sign on the back of the new Camaro began to fade from the sun and endless driving. Almost empty, the driver had to stop at the nearest gas station. He leaned over and kissed the bride on her tear stained cheeks, then cranked her window open for air. Her veil caught in the wind. 

“How ‘bout our favorite song while you wait?” The Carpenters startled the station attendant who smiled and waved at the couple suspiciously.

Back on the road the driver smiled at her through the rearview mirror, her smeared lipstick matching her blood-soaked wedding dress.