Somebody special (in Jenny's real life) is getting married...and we're here to report it. Or rather the summary of events yet to come.
In any style writing, up to 106 words and oh yes, there can be a photographer as well. Remember there are more details of this gala affair at Jenny's blog, "Off on my tangent" kept inside Saturday Centus!
Our prompt for today is, "The wedding was at the firehouse."
and so my story begins......
|Word that "the wedding was at the Firehouse" spread like wildfire, forcing Mayor Goodman to have a gate installed.|
Darn this afternoon sky with unbroken grey clouds and a hint of dust rising sluggishly over the town. Why not grey weather for a fireman's wedding? Did they expect a fiery horizon and a starry night? Meanwhile, over at the firehouse.....
.....not a creature was stirring, not even an escape ladder pressed against the window sill. No ribbons or banners keeping this all hush-hush.
Not a fire truck in sight or even a townsfolk. It's half past time to gather together where could they all be?
To be or not to be continued, that is for you to find out next week! - The Town Reporter. But before next week be sure to check out the rest of the reports for The wedding was at the firehouse.