A drabble is a 100-word story. Write your own 100 word stories on Fridays, and tag them with “friday drabble”. This is my first.
The ceremony was quick. We threw rice at the happy couple.
Another happy couple. I couldn’t remember much that happened afterward—funny, considering it was a summer spent trying to forget the past.
I recall a beach surrounded by libations and laughter aplenty. Dee and I chased a jellyfish with sticks like little kids.
Flash forward. Next bar, bachelorette party. We weren’t invited. An unimpressive douche bag got my number, I never called back.
I awoke topless on my bathroom floor. Hopeless.
Dee sent a photo. I don’t remember doing this. Hmm, I wonder if Arthur Fonzarelli needs a wife?