"Goin' to the chapel..."
The parson looked nervous. Bart smiled to reassure him, then nudged him along with the Berretta. Now it was his wedding day, he didn't want to wait.
"Dearly beloved..." he paused.
"What now?"
"We need witnesses." The man swallowed.
Bart shook his head. "God is my witness. Ain't that right, Bonnie?"
The parson went on, his voice shaking. "Do you--"
"Bartholomew Jenkins Evans."
"Take this woman--"
"Bonnie Louise Ormond." He gave her a squeeze.
Happiest day: a few more words, "You may kiss the bride."
He lifted her limp head by the bruised neck. Bliss.
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16 comments:
Nice n nasty!
Aw, you say the sweetest things :-)
Crikey, Kate. I think you are getting darker after your stay in Ireland.
Did not see that coming...
Patti -- I think it's because life is so good. Best year of my life. So far, of course! Thanks for provoking another story.
Katherine, amazing how different our stories are from the same picture!
Hee. Someone's in a matrimonial mood...
And nothing's going to keep him from it.
Ah, so romantic. Bart's so keen he skipped the vow:
"In becoming husband and wife you give yourselves to each other for life. You promise to be true and faithful, to support and cherish each other until death, so that your years together will be the living out in love of the pledge you now make."
No doubt, they'll be very happy together!
Puts a new spin on "until death do we part"! Great drabble, Kate!
Rob -- he's supporting her! Holding her head up.
Sandra -- many thanks!
Wonderful. Shotgun wedding without the shotgun.
LOL, yeah. When you're in a marrying state of mind, nothing stands in your way! Thanks.
Yikes! Excellent.
Thanks, Seana!
Oh, man, what an ending. I know something bad was coming, but didn't guess that at all.
Thanks, Loren! That's very pleasing to hear :-D
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