Annie grabbed another handful of cake, still chewing the last. Her eyes were lost in a veil of smudged mascara, and endless replays of that morning.
Her stunning meringue dress was now up passed her ears as she sat crossed legged on her best friend’s floor.
Jen sat opposite her, working her way through the silver linings.
“At least you found out before you said I do”
“Yeah. A little sooner would have been nice though.”
Jen smiled. “At least you went with my idea of the tree slice seats.”
Annie smiled a wide cake filled smile. “They’re heavy those.”
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Word count: 100 words
Photo prompt: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I wrote this as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a short story (just 100 words) based on the photo prompt provided.
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Mighty Wren 
Dear Anna,
I’m not sure what happened with the heavy seats unless she clobbered the faithless groom who wasn’t. However the image of her sitting on the floor, smudged mascara and a mouthful of cake said it all. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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And she got the cake too, as well as her lucky escape. It’s not ended up so bad 🙂
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Thanks for reading Rochelle. Yes the tree slice was definitely part of the groom’s just desserts 🙂
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Oh dear, poor Annie. I loved the image of the ‘cake filled smile’ though. 🙂
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I hope she clunked him a good one.
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Many a heartbreak has been softened by sweets.
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She’s well on the way to recovery, I think. And cake never hindered a return to peace of mind, in my mind.
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Every bridge’s worst nightmare. Good thing she has a friend (and cake) to help her through!
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Cry now or cry for years after. At least now, there is cake and a friend!
Loved the descriptions in this. And knowing they are heavy means she put them (or at least one of them) to good use!
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Absolutely… I imagine it was swung at its target 🤣
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What a deliciously naughty story! A faithless man; a violent wedding; a best friend; and cake; especially the cake! I don’t suppose they managed to salvage one of the bottles of champagne…?
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Oh yes to wash down the cake – that would work nicely 😃
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Poor Annie! I love that she is eating all the cake. I can certainly relate to that in times of crisis. So well written as always x
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I love your story, such a novel take on the picture. “Working her way through the silver linings” is brilliant.
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Thank you 😃
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Did she plonk him on the head with it? Sure seems like he deserved it 🙂
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Yup! I reckon he was dizzy for a few days and hopefully sorry for years after 😃
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So, he got a bump on the head and missed out on the cake! Not a good day!
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Heartbreak is more bearable when there’s cake. Love the image of her frothy dress up around her ears.
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Loved the descriptions of the jilted bride and the supportive friend 🙂
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