Day 263 – Meditation in the Backwaters of Outer Space – Part 1

Word count: 628

It was Jack’s brother’s wedding. This day had been a long time coming. There were flowers, and dresses and gold and silver and matching uniforms and top hats, shiny ponies and a fancy carriage. It was typically Bill’s. It was so ridiculously Emma’s. Everything was planned out as precisely as a bombing campaign on middle eastern city. There was no room for error, and even if there was, there would be regimental lines of defence by way of contingency plans, back up and relief. Jack did not doubt for one second that there was not a standby church ready to take the reigns if this one’s roof were to blow off in the gentle summer breeze.

There was nothing much he could do but sit there and wait for the bride to arrive. He was the Best Man. He sat awkwardly at the top of the aisle chewing some bubble gum and trying to remember the song he’d heard on the radio in the car on the way over here. Everyone was seated in their correct places. Jack caught Bill narrowing his eyes at some relatives as they attempted to swap their children’s places around, daughter in the middle, son on the end. They quickly reacted to Bill’s stern non-verbal warning and assumed their place in the crowd.

Bill sat down agitatedly by Jack. Jack ignored him to an extent. He found that this was the best tactic for his irritable brother. They were never the best of friends, despite Bill’s stagnant belief that they were. Though they never argued, Jack could not stand the sight of him and his luxurious middle class life style. Not that Jack was jealous – he quite enjoyed working in a bar and dossing around the morning playing console games and defrosting ready meals in the microwave. He simply couldn’t be in the same room as his brother and his wonderful girlfriend for any longer than a minute without wanting to murder them both. They were not horrible people, they were just irritating tofts who needed a good kick in the behind for being condescending crab like creatures with far too little sense per square inch of cranial volume.

Jack checked his watch. Emma was six minutes late. This was jilting by Bill’s standards and by his side, he could see Bill shaking with nerves. To an extent he felt sorry for him, but at the same time, it was only six minutes… and then he felt sorry again for him for not being able to cope with such trivial things as being slightly late.

“There, there,” Jack gestured, patting his brother on the shoulder. He felt guilty for feeling all these things towards his brother. They were different, Bill didn’t know that or at least didn’t take notice of that, so Jack had to be there for him in some semblance of a way. Jack could not just abandon him – especially in a time like this….

Jack’s phone bleeped.

“Turn that off!” Bill muttered warningly under his breath.

Jack took the phone out. It was a text. His flatmate was asking where the jam was. Mundane though it was, it was evidentially a million times better than sitting in a pew waiting for a bride that was rapidly turning into something resembling the incredible Hulk. He replied to his flatmate.

A second later there was a clank and a gasp of breaths throughout the church. Jack turned around and saw the Bridezilla herself stamping up the aisle in heels she could barely walk in.

“It’s a disaster! It’s ruined! I can’t marry you, I can’t!” tears were streaming down Emma’s face, make up blotched and running like ink.

“Well this just got more interesting,” Jack mentally opened up the packet of popcorn.

~ by S.G. Mark on June 26, 2012.

2 Responses to “Day 263 – Meditation in the Backwaters of Outer Space – Part 1”

  1. Haha, pretty awesome so far! Especially loving the third paragraph.

  2. loving Jack’s wry observations!

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