I said the colour was lovely. My opinion wouldn’t matter, would it? Also, to be honest I was fed up looking at Bridesmaid dresses. I was hungry and slightly drunk from the bucks fizz the wedding boutique offered us.
“Does it look like baby vomit?” Helen fingered the frothy off-yellow lace on the gown.
“No” I lied for a second time. “It balances the green.” This was true, it did indeed take the eye away from the pea-green dress.
Helen rightfully looked dubious.
“I love it!” A big fat lie now.
“Very elegant.” Simpered the sales assistant, who was probably hungry and fed up with Helen’s dithering as well.
“See.” I beamed. “It’s gorgeous!”
“Would you wear it?” Helen asked.
My stomach rumbled, The Queens Head would stop serving food soon. “Absolutely!
That was months ago. Before Helen asked me to be her bridesmaid.
Lorna Stewart lives on a narrowboat in the UK and daydreams a lot. Sometimes she jots these down into flash, micro fiction, and poetry. She has had some success with The Drabble and 81 words anthology. She is just thrilled that someone out there enjoys her stories!
This story was shortlisted in the March 24 Monthly Micro Competition.