CW: A wedding affair.

You are a guest at a wedding and two family members start an argument during the ceremony.
– a prompt for this week’s CW piece.
[Source: @DailyPrompt]

We met a year and a half ago at a New Year’s Eve party hosted by our mutual friend and we hit it off straight away. Sure, there were some trials and tribulations, but for the most part, we were happy. Steven proposed to me on our Anniversary – December 31st of last year and we set the date for August 24th, 2019.

This was the day I have dreamed of ever since I was a little girl. At 31, I was finally getting married to the most handsome man on the planet. Well, at least according to me. 

The weather was gorgeous from the very morning. It was warm, but not too hot. The gentle sea breeze surrounded us. The sky was blue, with a couple of feathery clouds scattered throughout. The sun on full display.

The dress was stunning, elegantly form-fitting. My mom, my sister, and my best friend helped me get ready, handing all the accessories to me one by one; the stockings, the garter, the bracelet, the ankle bracelet, the earrings, the rings, the shoes. I felt a little bit like a Christmas tree, but I always liked wearing jewelry and lots of it. Looking in the mirror, I realized that I wasn’t wearing a necklace. Starting to panic, I turned towards my mother to ask her where my necklace went, but then I heard a knock.

He can’t see me. It’s bad luck” – I told my mom, thinking it was Steven.

It wasn’t him. It was my dad with the most beautiful of necklaces, which completed my look. I was ready to go out there and meet Steve at the altar.

I don’t really remember all that much from the ceremony. I remember the doors opening, people turning to look at me, and my groom standing at the end of the aisle. My knees grew weaker and I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. Thankfully, my dad was there with me. He clasped my hand with his, gave me a slight nod, and together we walked forward. As expected, I cried intermittently throughout the service. I cried a lot. Especially during our vows, because I could not believe that it was real. That it was finally happening. That I was finally the happiest woman on the planet. Between the crying and the nerves, I am not sure if I even said “I do” at the right time.

The reception was at a Victorian restaurant by the ocean. The view at dinner was spectacular with the sun setting behind the horizon and the turquoise water swaying almost as if to the rhythm of the music that we were playing. The food was delicious, the alcohol was flowing and almost everyone was on the dance – floor. Success! My nerves were finally dissolving. Everything had gone smoothly.

I looked into Steve’s eyes and smiled, caressing his face. This could not have gone any better. All of my expectations have been met and exceeded. YMCA by The Village People came on and people started singing loudly and busting their moves. People were having fun at my wedding and I was more than proud. When everyone was getting ready to depart and take a break at their tables, Macarena started playing and people came right back. After so many years, people still remembered how to dance to that song. And those that did not, learned pretty quickly.

In the corner of my eye, I saw an animated discussion between my brother and another male, who sat with his back towards me. Soon enough, their raised voices could be heard during the quieter parts of the song. No one seemed to notice or pay attention to them, but I knew that my brother could get a little rowdy after he had a few too many drinks. Patrick’s hands were dangerously close to the mystery man’s face.

Brian” – I gasped when the other man stood up and turned away from my brother.

Whatever they were arguing about, I thought they could resolve. Preferably, they would take it outside, maybe share a cigarette and cool off. Hopefully, Brian would call it a night and go home.

One could dream…

I was so focused on myself that I didn’t notice the knife in Brian’s hand until I heard screams. Patrick and my ex were now jumping through the tables, chasing each other and scaring other guests. Some people tried to talk some sense into the two, but they were having none of it, probably not even hearing anything outside of their little bubble. Now both armed with steak knives, they stood on the opposite sides of a long table. Bouquets of flowers separating them. I think some people thought it was a performance because they pulled out their phones and started filming.

Someone call 911” – I kept saying, but no one seemed to notice.

My phone laid on the nightstand in my hotel room. I had no use for it today. Or so I thought.


Don’t worry, Annie. He’ll be alright” – Patrick said to me as I waited for Steven to get out of surgery.

He tried to help you and look where that got him” – I hissed.

I’m sorry, sis, but I didn’t ask him to step in. I was handling it” – he answered.

HANDLING it?” – I asked through my teeth.

You were running around like a madman, jumping onto the tables and chasing a man with a knife. If Steven didn’t step in, you might have been dead, because Brian was close to slitting your throat” – I said angrily.

Patrick looked at me without a word.

What?” – I snapped.

You know his name. I was hoping he was a friend of Steve’s” – he answered.

“He is. But I know him” – I said and buried my face in my hands.

How? How do you know him?


HOW?” – he shouted, and raised his hand in apology for disturbing others in the surgical waiting room.

How?” – he repeated quietly.

I don’t remember exactly. Steve and Brian have been friends for years” – I said, hoping to close the topic.

Yea? Do you know why I got in his face? It was because he started telling people at our table about the lovely times you two spent together” – he said, wincing as he said “lovely”.

Yea. We always clicked” – I added honestly.

You must have clicked really well if you cheated on Steven with him.

I did not…” – I wanted to say that I haven’t because Steven and I were technically broken up the first time, but I knew the truth.

He wanted to tell Steven about you two. He said he loved you. I could not let him destroy your wedding day.

I hid my face in my hands again.

Annie, the doctor’s here” – Patrick said and I wiped away the tears, leaving black mascara streaks on the sleeves of my ivory wedding gown.

Don’t worry. Steven lost a lot of blood, but he should be alright. We extracted the knife and closed him up. Someone will notify you once he wakes up. Sorry that your wedding night got ruined” – the surgeon said and walked away.

Steven was going to be alright…

But were WE going to be alright?


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    1. My inspiration comes from all over the place. You are right on this one. Yes, it was based on a true story. A fight broke out during a wedding I attended once. Only they had axes, not knives. I don’t think there were any serious injuries. I’m not sure why the fight broke out, though.

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      1. Wow, it’s terrifying that such events happen especially at the wedding party which is supposed to be the most beautiful time for newly married. I cannot imagine how painful it’s must be for them and for their guests. Do you think people are not able to refrain from such impulsive behaviors because of alcohol or because they don’t care?

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        1. I think alcohol plays a big part in such incidents. It did in mine.
          But the “don’t care” part can also apply. When we get angry, we tend to forget about everything around us. It’s like we’re in a bubble. Selfishly so.


            1. The beginning was BOATS (based on a true story), the ending wasn’t. I never found out what the fight was about. No one got fatally hurt. But the married couple did divorce a couple years later, and my story might have been more true that I thought (can’t confirm though).


                1. I think marriage is not seen the same way as it used to in the first place. Marriage being a mostly religious sacrament used to be looked at something “for better or worse”. Now it’s something that can be arranged like a drive-through and it can be dismantled quickly.

                  The second thing is that people can get the same benefits without having to pay. If women want to be empowered and not have kids and not need a man to take care of them, what is the point of getting married? If a man can have any girl he wants without all the negatives that come with married life, why bother?

                  Being divorced used to be a stigma of sorts. Now it’s almost like a badge of honor.

                  I am not trying to glorify any marriage or condemn those that aren’t in them, but those are my general ideas.

                  What do you think?


                  1. It might be true that some people perceive marriage as an institution only for those who want to have kids or to be taken care of. In my opinion, the idea of marriage is to be a team for better and worse, not only for better. When you’re with someone who doesn’t want to marry, for me it’s a message: “I’m not sure if I will stay with you for worse”. Certainly, being married doesn’t guarantee that your wife/husband will stay with you for worse, but at least it increases the probability they will remember about a promise they’ve made together voluntarily. Otherwise, it’s more likely to hear: ” I’ve never promised you anything. What did you expect?”.

                    When it comes to divorces, in my opinion, people get married too early or too late. Either, the decision is not well thought through or they’ve been waiting so long for formalizing the relationship that getting married doesn’t change anything in their life. For me, it’s essential to spot the perfect moment when we still enjoy the idea of being married, we know why we’re doing it, we don’t do it just because family, friends or society expect it from us, we know what we want to build together and what we want to achieve together. In another case, it’s less likely it will work.

                    But that’s just my opinion.

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                    1. I’m not saying it’s a rule for all couples. They’re always people who don’t fall into this definition. You can get married early or late and still be in a successful relationship until the end of your life. However, this is a tendency I’ve observed when analyzing several examples.

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    1. Thanks, Lashaan.
      Psychological thrillers are my favorite to read. They seem difficult to write though. I’ve been toying with this idea of turning some of my stories I share on here into longer ones and publish it as a collection. Hmm….
      Thank you for your encouragement!

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  1. I’m sad that this story had to come to an end. It isn’t like the stories you usually write, but it’s just as riveting and touching. This is one of the best flash fiction I’ve read in a while, Goldie. I love the “aftertaste” your stories always leave on my mind.

    (Speaking of which, have you ever considered entering a flash fiction competition?)

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    1. How is it different from my other stories? I would love to hear about those neuances my readers pick up on of which I might not even be aware.

      Flash fiction competition? I entered one last year at the Carrot Ranch (which does weekly 99-words flash prompts) and got 3rd (I think) place. It was very exciting. I’m not really sure how I could go about finding those. I guess I should actively start looking. Thank you for the kick.

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      1. I apologise for the late response. I’ve exhausted my internet data; I’m still yet to renew my data subscription plan, but connecting to my mum’s hotspot when she’s fast asleep will have to do for now.

        To answer your question, it’s difficult to put into words. This story, like other stories you’ve written that I’ve read, is very interesting and resonant. But this one… it’s just too deep, much deeper than the others. It provoked so many emotions while I was reading it. It made me wonder if you were feeling emotional while writing it — perhaps you wrote it from someone’s experience? — or if I was feeling emotional shortly before I started reading it.

        It was almost like you were narrating a personal experience, something you witnessed with your eyes. Maybe it’s in the way you described the characters, their moods, and the setting, or maybe it’s how each line flows naturally onto the next… I don’t know. But what I do know is that your writing game is lit!

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        1. That’s too bad with your data, but I’m glad that you managed to sneak in some WP while your mother is sleeping. Thank you Obi’s mother 😀

          Thank you for this feedback. It helps me understand what the readers see that I don’t think about. It was based on a true story. At least the first half. The second? I’m not sure…

          I will have to think about this comment whenever I write my next story.

          And thank you again for reading and sharing your thoughts.

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