Under Angels
by Jace D. Albao (b. 1969)
It started on the organ’s cue. Pete stood groping it in his pocket, still warm, delivered under his door that morning. Her letter. Two words: CAN’T WAIT. The small crowd of witnesses stood politely for a piece of forever as she walked the final steps with her father, fiery locks ushering eyes of ice behind a steaming white veil. She winked. Pete couldn’t hold back his smile. He saw her laugh silently.
It all felt like a dream, and it smelled like roses.
To be continued…
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