The Wedding Party or The Fly.

The wedding ceremony was a sturdy spectacle with vows unspoken. At one point a fly flew into the mouth of the groom and was left in the valley of his stomach. This shocked one wedding guest into consulting a doctor. There was no cure was the verdict. The guest wore the shock on her face for the rest of her life. The other guests would not look at her.
The bride gave the vicar strange feelings, who thought her the architect of symbols. A great witch with the power of signs. A translator of elegant superstitions to which there was no language but language itself. Her father had taught her how to speak when in days begun, she had ended. The father of the bride was not in attendance. He died before she was born in some strange accident of language. (How most creatures meet their fate.) The bride’s dress was made from unicorn hair, a thousand summers old (which made the guests sweat profusely.) The groom wore a suit that did not suit him. Hymns were sung and a chorus of fauns lit candles with their tongues. It was such a magical spectacle. The bride’s idea of course, her mind being imprudent yet wise.
There were those who sang out of tune and they were punished accordingly. One of the unfortunate scoundrels being turned into a rabbit and then hunted down by carnivorous lettuce. There must be some justice that honors the Gods. The bride’s mother laughed hysterically at the spectacle. She laughed like a psychotic hyena. (An accident of language).

When it came time for the groom to kiss bride, the bride refused. Her case being in fear of the fly escaping her newly husbands' stomach and entering her own.

After all the retribution, the wedding march marched its steps and the bride and groom made their way out of the church into the sun-drenched day, flowers made of birds were thrown in arms made of cages. Confetti tickling the air and O how they did roar and cheer. The groom complained about the tingle in his stomach…’’It will digest like a ghost and haunt your belly’’ said the bride, ’All ghosts find their way in the end’’.

The groom felt a shiver up his spine.

Arriving at the wedding party, (a manor owned by wild nymphs), bride and groom hand in hand had an accident of language by looking down instead of straight ahead…a common mistake reflected in the pulses of the guests. They were soon being guided to their appointed seats and tables by nymphs who dressed well and shown to the buffet which calmed and rested the hearts of the constellation.

The buffet was abundant consisting of all sorts of mouth-watering wonderments such as apples picked from the tree of knowledge and Dragon tail soup. The dragon tail was a particular favorite. The guests hurrying to get some before there was none left.

Soon everybody was so full they could not move, not even to venture to the toilet.

All looking like corpses of silk with feelings of deep disgust at what they had partaken in.

It was now time for the first dance…Nobody had the energy to pay attention but out of politeness they locked their eyes towards the performance…Bride and groom danced to the music of the flute, slowly sinking into silence, but they danced in such an obvious way that it sent everybody to sleep…

When it came to the groom's speech no one was awake to listen…There was the occasional whisper of a snore or the empty look upon a face but nothing more.

‘’I have such a terrible feeling in my belly’’ said the groom

‘’ It’s probably nerves’’ explained the bride

‘’ I have the sensation that I am going to disappear’’

Slowly, he began to disappear into thin air as the fly rose to heaven like a ghost and the party went on without him.