The Toast

© Graham
© Graham

Ding ding ding!

Noah rapped his fork on the delicate champagne flute before him. As he stood, Angela leaned in and whispered in her new husband’s ear.

“Here we go. The Best Man’s toast. This should be interesting.”

Lucas smiled at his new bride. He too was expecting something… unusual. His younger brother had always taken a different perspective on life and while it had caused numerous fights as children, Lucas had learned to cherish his siblings quirks.

“Excuse me everyone, if I could have your attention please,” Noah said, projecting his voice over the dining area of the restaurant where the newlyweds had chosen to host their reception.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called ‘Life’,” he started.

“Is he quoting Prince?” she asked Lucas quietly.

“Seems so,”

“When Lucas first met Angela, it was 1999 and she was wearing a raspberry beret, the kind you’d find in a second hand store,” Noah continued.

“Is he serious?” Angela chuckled.

“Relax,” said Lucas holding back a smile. “At least he didn’t quote ‘Darling Nikki’.”

Word Count: 176

[This is my entry this week into the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy. A photo prompt is given and writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100 – 150 words, + or – 25 words.]

RIP Sweet Prince

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26 thoughts on “The Toast

    1. It might help to know that they lyrics for “Darling Nikki” are pretty racy, and thus very inappropriate for a wedding toast, hence the joke at the end. I’m glad you liked it, PJ. 🙂

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