Flash Fiction: At the Hotel Bar

The bride and the man stand at the bar laughing. She is wearing her wedding dress. It is white, of course.

When the last of the laughter has trickled out of their mouths she turns to him, her eyes locking onto his. Her smile is like the moon’s reflection in a lake.

‘I miss you.’

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