Another of those multi-authored tales. This one was started by Rejoice Denhere:-
She phoned while I was watching a match. I was annoyed but she sounded distressed.
“We need to talk. It’s urgent. Meet me outside McGregor’s.”
I grabbed my coat and dashed out. I found her leaning against the wall, head down. When she heard my footsteps she looked up. Her eyes were red from crying.
“It’s not working Dave. I don’t want to see you any more.”
I was shocked and stood there open-mouthed, trying to take it all in. Finally I said, “Why tell me now? You’ve still got a week to rehearse your speech before Dave gets back.”
Rapidly followed by Emma Baird:-
Dave was enjoying the stag party. Marcus (groom to be) seemed to be enjoying himself, the police were yet to be called and none of the party had yet had his eye brows shaved off. Bonus!
In fact, all of this tomfoolery was making him more and more matrimonially minded himself. He sighed happily; in his head the words appeared...
"Rejoice, love of my life, will you marry me..?"
She phoned while I was watching a match. I was annoyed but she sounded distressed.
“We need to talk. It’s urgent. Meet me outside McGregor’s.”
I grabbed my coat and dashed out. I found her leaning against the wall, head down. When she heard my footsteps she looked up. Her eyes were red from crying.
“It’s not working Dave. I don’t want to see you any more.”
I was shocked and stood there open-mouthed, trying to take it all in. Finally I said, “Why tell me now? You’ve still got a week to rehearse your speech before Dave gets back.”
Rapidly followed by Emma Baird:-
Dave was enjoying the stag party. Marcus (groom to be) seemed to be enjoying himself, the police were yet to be called and none of the party had yet had his eye brows shaved off. Bonus!
In fact, all of this tomfoolery was making him more and more matrimonially minded himself. He sighed happily; in his head the words appeared...
"Rejoice, love of my life, will you marry me..?"
