Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the one hundred and forty-second piece in this series. This week’s is a 298-worder by Joanne Hayle. This story will be podcasted in episode 43 (with two other stories and some 6-worders) on Sunday 31st August.
Anna stared at the ceiling. The early morning sunshine was making its progress in to her bedroom. It would soon find her pale face.
She’d barely slept.
Anna had tried to explain it to her parents the previous evening and she had been told, with indulgent smiles, that the nerves would pass. They had returned to their mugs of tea and the local news with complacent haste.
Her betrothed was lovable Tony, Tony Cooper, a member of the local rugby club, he worked in a bank as a mortgage adviser, a solid job as befitted someone as dependable as him.
It was less than five hours until the service at St. Mark’s.
Anna Cooper was not a name that fitted her like the proverbial glove but Tony had observed that Anna Cooper Lawrence sounded pretentious and that he was too unassuming for two surnames and so Cooper she would be.
She glanced at her elegant wedding gown.
She was ineligible to play the virginal bride but her mother had dictated that it would be a white wedding. Anna had conceded defeat for a quiet life.
Her mobile phone rang.
“Hi Tony, you got my text plea?”
“I did and yes, you’re right.”
“At last.” She punched her right arm in to the air, jubilant.
“Your parents want a formal sign that I won’t desert you or the baby that you’re carrying but we’ve been living together for three years, committed and secure. I was doing it for them, not for us.”
“Hurrah, we’re not getting married.”
He groaned. “It’ll be us versus the traditionalists today.”
The serene sunlight settled on her face. “But we can escape tomorrow. Two weeks in Portugal sounds divine.”
“Amen to that.”
I asked Joanne what prompted this piece and she said…