The Wedding Day
Benjamin couldn’t wait for his own wedding day. He liked to imagine himself walking down the aile in his sister’s veil. Ben had a sense of showmanship that could always impress ladies. Until he reailzed that his father would probaly not let him have his arm. Today, however Benjamin’s father wouldn’t be giving his sister Cecilia his arm either. But, who would come? Certainly not the pastor. Ben replaced the head piece in it’s box and resumed his role of fidgeting in his chair as his mother instructed him in the finer points of being ring-bearer.
Being shoved together with is cousin Suzie who caught the bouque in a sutibly adorable fasion was quite uncomfoortable. While each of his reatives decended on the photo oppotunity. As suzie and ben tumbled together. His uncle jim asked her to whom she was going to get married. She said that she wanted to marry ben and hugged him in front of the crowed assembled. The light of his sister’s wedding day drained out of is face and he ran in to the sculped hedgges of Uncle’s Falls Church estate and sat underneath them. Most other little boys would be crying but Ben was merrly concened that his brother-and-law would not want to play with him. That his time with Jimmy would have subsided and he would have been left with only Suzie as a play mate.
The affair wasn’t worth being carried being carried away by it. Ben loved the fair. His mother told him told him to sit back down. Everytime he said the word or talk about a fair, his mother looked at him and sounded like a tree full of birds being shaken by a gun shot.
Walking in on his cousin. Don’t be so fucking gay.
Ben reached out to his mother and said “Tell daddy that if he comes back, I won’t be gay.”
Celia
Uncle Jim
Wedding colors: blush and bashful
Red velvet armadillo cake
free indirect
thrid person
