Flash Fiction #12: Altar

It was time. The cold feet sunk in, and I waited in the back room, tempted to fix my already styled hair. My husband-to-be waited at the altar. My feet froze further. But it was destiny. Our meeting was an accident. I tripped in a cafe and spilt my matcha latte on his front. WhenContinue reading “Flash Fiction #12: Altar”

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