A Bridesmaid's Lament

Author: TheCheshireChris

I'm just this guy, you know?

To expand on that, I am also the following...

- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)

- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch

- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes

- Always too hard on myself

Sandy, Joan & Kara were growing tired. Also, hungry. They tried to split the last cherry cola flavored Tic-Tac three ways but soon discovered that nail clippers were not suited to such a task & the small breath freshener candy went flying into the depths of the veil section of the bridal shop, never to be seen again.

The three girls sighed. One's stomach grumbled. She shushed it audibly.

The bridal consultant turned around & sneered at them. She was not a pleasant person. In fact, she was so bitchy from the beginning of the process that they had already nicknamed her "Falgore" which was some obscure reference to some obscure book that the three friends were really into. The point was this consultant was mean and could, they decided, go suck on a wimworm fruit (another obscure reference to their obscure book).

"Here, there are these, these should fit..." the consultant said with a snooty attitude holding up three persimmon colored dresses with way too much poof in the wrong places.

They sighed again.