[Margaret Pilkington]

Harry Kissed Sally

The wedding dress hung over the wardrobe door.
The wedding bouquets… in buckets in the scullery.
The pies, sandwiches and cakes had been taken to the church hall,
A tea urn borrowed from the Mother’s league. Sally should be getting ready.
Putting on her dress, her veil. Walking down the aisle on the arm of her father.
Yet, she didn’t feel she could do it. Sam was a nice chap….but Harry (his best man) excited her
Was she going to accept second best?
It was going to be impossible now. Harry kissed her.
‘Dad, tell them the wedding’s off’

I know it took me quite a time...but I have been busy......honest