He dried the perspiration from his hands again. Shaking his hands out he fixed the tie. For once dressing nice made him blend in rather than stand out.
The wedding reception was filled with people. None of which looked familiar, other than the bride.
Her dark hair was flowing down her back. He couldn't deny how beautiful she looked, even to himself.
Those around him drank more and more. Soon. Soon no-one would notice.
As the night was coming to a close he ventured over to the guestbook. No intentions to sign it of course.
Next to it sat the white bird cage filled with cards. No gifts they asked.
Wiping his hands one more time he lifted it by the decorative handle. Confidence. Thats all he needed. No-one asked questions if you looked like you knew what you were doing.
His breathing steadily increased as he made his way out of the ballroom.
She had chosen this rich snob over him. She had been promising for months she was going to leave him.
He would teach her for her duplicity.
He had successfully avoided her.
Cage in trunk, he took off for a better adventure.
Their money, his wallet.
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E. W. Lynn
I love to read and am now beginning to enjoy writing.
I aspire to be a published author, as a hobby. I currently have 4 novel ideas going.
Wish me luck! :)
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Oh, a sly one. Revenge is sweet, but usually it's the woman! LOL, loved this.