Flash Fiction (number 19)


This is really cheesy and I can’t believe that I’m writing this but Wendy insisted that we write our own vows.

Ali you know…I screw it up and start again. Wendy is…when I first met her I knew…I love her because… “Damnit why this is so hard?” I throw away the second and third attempt and then music starts playing in the living room, Ali’s voice melds with Paul Weller’s and I give up for the moment. When I enter the room, Wendy’s dancing with her back to me, and completely oblivious. Her curves move sensously, curls tumbling with the movement of her body, and she sings along with abandon, not caring that she only hits half the notes.

Sunlight streams through the thin curtains, coating her curls in gold and her eyes seem brighter than ever. In that moment I know when she turns her laughing face to see me, that she’s the one person I really need.It’s her love of life, she keeps me going, even when the worst is happening, she can always make it right.

“I love you,”

“I love you too,” she smiles, that secret smile she only used for me. “You got your vows done?”

“Just about,” I know now exactly I want to say.

“I love so many things about Wendy. She’s unlike any other woman I’ve ever known. She’s got more energy than anyone I’ve ever met, every day with her is a complete rollercoaster, I don’t know where we’re going to be when I wake up in the morning. She takes me to places that I only dreamt about. Most people dream bout their ideal partner, and have to settle for a pale copy. I don’t, I got the real deal. Ali’s kind, energetic, a devoted mother, and has always the person I think of, when I think of home. I knew from the moment that she pulled me out of the Plaza bar, and took me to the Bowery, that life with her in it, might be crazy and exasperating but it would never be static or boring. I count myself incredibly lucky that she came into my life, and can’t quite believe that she’s going to be there forever. I Iove  you Wendy, all of you. Your stubbornness, your intelligence, the chaotic thought patterns, your never ending need for new experiences, even your appalling cooking inability to sing in tune, and the snoring. I will always love you, and I want all our friends and family to know it. I promise to honour, love and cherish you for the rest of our lives.”

It was inspired in part by Paul Weller’s song ‘You do something to me’ video of the song

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