Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors challenge. My hope is that over the next six months you’ll see either an excerpt from a piece I’m working on or a nice & tidy 8-10 sentence flash fiction story (like the one below). Check out other writers at the link above and the Weekend Writing Warriors twitter #8sunday.
We probably shouldn’t have drunk so much whiskey before the ceremony. But neither of us wanted to go anyway.
We met as both of us were digging up dirt on our then lovers; now ex’s who were getting married in less than an hour that day.
On the way to the cathedral, we laugh about how we called one another; eager to hear the voice of the person who our lover was cheating with–but only finding each other.
We park sloppily behind the idling black stretch limo; waiting for our ex’s.
When the driver steps away, lighting a cigarette as he chats up a homeless guy near the gate entrance; we sneak into the luxury vehicles dark interior.
We fall silent; passing the nearly empty silver flask between us.
You unravel the tape and I lick the edge of the knife.