Revenge

A Story by ClareW

Journal #8

Clare Winkler

Prompt-you are looking down a sky light while chefs prepare the meal for your ex-fiancés wedding

The small vile in my pocket digs into my hip, I shuffle around trying to shift my weight without alerting the chefs below. But they are to busy yelling at each other in French to notice me. The wedding is going on next door, uggg it is positively perfectly pink yuck! She looks like a cupcake covered in sugar dipped in sparkles. Not how I would have looked, my dress was a simple A-line with flowers and rouching at the waist . The ceremony is so sweet it makes my teeth ache.

They are heading to the reception now, finally. I want to get off this damn roof. James and his happy bride walk the short distance to the reception with no idea what’s coming. Ha.

After what feels like forever they are starting desert. The waiter below opens the wine for the bridal parties table, now its time to move. I uncoil the fishing line with a small weight attached to the bottom and lower it quickly into the open bottle I pull the vile from my pocket and run the clear liquid down the string into the bottle. Quickly I wind up the string and climb down from the roof, I want a front row seat for what happens next.

The bride and groom assault each others faces with the cake then return to their table for the final toast. I watch as they sip their wine through the window.

He reacts first grabbing his gut and running to the nearest trash can and puking up his dinner. The rest of the bridal party follows suit and it is hilarious. All the people who had betrayed me, Who had left me in the dark puking their guts out on their very, very special day.

Well that’s what you get for Cheating on me while I had the flu.