SACRAMENT

SACRAMENT
“Tomorrow will be that special day!”- She said to the mirror, in her room. She looked around and said goodbye to every thing, one by one. “Tomorrow, I will go out that door, and never ever return. It will be the happiest day of my life!” She left next morning in her wedding dress, framed in flowers.
She came back at 6 p.m. White and livid. The coffin was cream coloured, with satin lining. The bride bouquet still was on her hands. A shooting happened at the Town-Hall, between a gypsy teenager and the police. A lost bullet pierced her back. Sudden death before the eternal vows. She was lucky.