Wedding PLANS
May roused herself as the train neared the station. She gathered up her belongings – a bridal magazine and a paperback – putting them inside her handbag quickly. She patted her neat silvery bob. It wouldn’t do to arrive looking like she had been dragged through a hedge backwards.
Lastly, she checked her suitcase was still safely stowed on the shelf near the door. She felt a pang remembering her late husband Alan, who had planned all their trips with military precision. He’d been a gentleman of the old school and she still felt his loss keenly, years after his passing. They’d shared so much and travelled so far together. ‘But no time for getting maudlin now,’ she thought. ‘I’ve our daughter Caroline to see, and she’s getting married!’
As she walked towards the exit, pulling her case, she thought about the plans she’d started to make for her only child’s big day. She’d phoned the vicar at the local parish church, and checked that the hotel
