Nov 1, 2019 6:09 AM
short story
Family Weddings are the Pits The dark storm clouds gathered in the skies above, mirroring the dread that had built in the depths of my stomach over the last few days. The wedding is today. Being held at Maroochydore, a coastal town two hours north of Brisbane by car. A cousin was to be married and it was expected that my partner, infant daughter and I would be there to celebrate the event…