Blushing Bride

By Jack Long

An important business meeting the following morning had me awake and in the hotel bar after midnight, nursing a beer and trying to calm my nerves. That's how I met Jane, a reluctant bride-to-be whose family had hijacked her wedding and ignored her wishes for a small, private gathering.

We started talking and hit it off, and it turned out that Jane had been keeping a secret from her fiance. It was that secret that had her drinking alone, the night before her big day.

And what a secret it was...

Story length: Approx. 5,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Horny Goat Publishing
• Release date: Jan 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311017819

Jack Long

George "Buck" Rainosek is the author of books on this page. He lives in Texas and has been a prolific writer most of his life.

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BLUSHING BRIDE

BY

JACK LONG

COPYRIGHT 2015

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BLUSHING BRIDE

Another? the bartender asks.

I glance at my watch. Almost midnight. I should be in bed -- I have a pretty important meeting at nine tomorrow morning -- but I can't sleep. I'm in town to land a big client for the marketing firm I work for, and my nerves are getting the better of me.

One more, I say. The bartender brings over another Rolling Rock and leaves me to my thoughts.

I take a pull and glance around the bar. It's late, and there's only one other person that I can see -- an attractive blond woman, probably in her mid twenties, sitting at the far end of the bar. She's got three empty beer bottles in front of her and a napkin that's been torn into tiny little shreds.

I think you won, I say.

She looks up at me, startled, as if I've woken her. She glances down at the napkin in her hand, and then goes back to shredding it.

She's been here for a few hours, the bartender says. Hasn't said a word except to order another drink.

Hmm. I wonder what's dragged her out of bed this late and parked her in a bar, drinking alone. Maybe she's in town for a funeral or something.

I go back to my beer, trying not to stress out about my presentation the following day, but for some reason I