LindaGHill hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
The prompt this week is NERVE
The post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing
(typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.
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The Best Man
‘You’ve got a nerve, coming here like this.’ Ash walked down the garden path, staring in horror at the dishevelled woman clambering out of an ancient ford escort.
‘No one saw me leave, and I wasn’t followed.’ Kayla stood on the pavement, rearranging her train.
‘I meant in that dress.’
‘This is a gown,’ she took a step forward and tripped over her skirts.
‘No time for semantics,’ said Ash, as he hauled her upright. ‘How long before someone realises you’re missing?’
‘Another ten minutes, if we’re lucky.’
‘And this will be the first place they’ll come looking for you.’
‘More than likely. But everything that could go wrong today has.’ She picked up a bouquet from the passenger seat. ‘Just look at these.’
Ash took them. ‘Yellow roses, very retro.’
‘And they’re plastic. I can’t believe he sent me fake flowers.’
‘I can.’ Ash threw them on the back seat and then paused. ‘Kayla, why is there a bag of money in here?’
‘This is going to be hard to explain—’
‘No shit, Sherlock. Just get in the car, and I’ll drive you back to the church. You can tell me everything on the way.’
‘I’m not going back.’
‘Yes, you are, I’m not waiting here for your future husband to find us and beat the living crap out of me.’
‘He won’t.’ She ripped the veil from her head and flung it in the air. The wind took it and blew it into a fig tree. ‘Where’s Hollywood when you need it?’ She shrugged. ‘So much for symbolism.’
‘I also had a Hollywood moment today; I found a horse’s head on my doorstep this morning. A plastic one. Do you think he’ll send fake flowers to my funeral?’
‘You are such a drama queen.’ Kayla patted his face. ‘But you are on the right lines. And that’s when I realised I was making the biggest mistake of my life.’
‘And mine by the sound of it.’
‘I’m so sorry, Ash, I’ve been a total idiot. Can you forgive me?’
‘You know I will, I always do.’ Ash took her hands. ‘Shall we try to enjoy our last few minutes on earth together?’
‘It won’t come to that if we get a move on.’ Kayla kissed him on the forehead. ‘If you grab the case from the boot, I’ll park the car around the back.’
‘Ready for a quick getaway? Christ, this weighs a ton. What have you got in here?’
‘My future husband.’