Saturday, September 23, 2006

The Jitters

"Desperate Eyes" by Wexx

Well, something just wasn't right here. I couldn't put my finger on it, but the bride was well short of blushing. She seemed to dance thinly back and forth over the lines of paranoia and terror. She said everything would be OK in the morning. I heard her crying several times to a nameless friend on her cellular about how he tried to tear the ring from her finger as he shoved her high hopes of matrimony to the ground, the tires of his Corvette bleeding off into the distance.

He must have been a real tyrant... or maybe he just grabbed his guts and ran. Either way, she should have opted for my cosmetics diva to fix her makeup. Anyway, she was a good sport and tried to smile. Something kind of unsettling about it all...