WHEN MATT AND TRACEY WERE MARRIED

WHEN MATT AND TRACEY WERE MARRIED
Matt and Tracey’s wedding was perfect. Her Dad mellowed from ‘Don’t bring that hippie round my house’ to ‘He’s a son-in-law to be proud of’.His mother, who had threatened not to come, was splendid in pink with a huge hat.His brother’s speech managed – just – not to offend Grandma, the cake was delicious, and her sister caught the bouquet.They jetted off to the Maldives in a daze of happiness.
The glow lasted till the third day. The islands were so low in the fabulous azure sea that the only way Matt could get a signal was by climbing a tree............................................................................I wrote today's story in ten minutes, and it came in at exactly 100 words, so I hope it passes muster! Thanks to Rochelle for hosting our group of writers and to Susan Eames for the photograph - I am sure a mobile signal was the last thing on her mind when she took it! Sorry, Susan :(