Word Count: 100
BEYOND THE VEIL
Alice’s bridal veil hangs at the window, curtaining her off from the world.
Beneath a silvery moon her seducer had sung of love and sent her heart sailing over the rooftops, along with her brain.
If only clouds and rain had sheeted the moon in gloom that night, Alice would’ve hung on to her brain and her panties.
If only she’d worn a straitjacket for her hen night, she could have settled for mediocrity.
If only her fiancé had sent her heart sailing over the rooftops as her seducer had done.
Forever after, “if only” will be her daily mantra.