These pages are a collection of stories from the Writer's Group at Box Hill U3A.
She fell backwards into the fountain.
People were trying not to laugh. It was the funniest thing I had seen in years.
The bridegroom's mother rose out of the water with her hair hanging down over her face, and that expensive hat we had all heard so much about, was floating on the surface of the water. She had lost one of her hand made Italian sandals and her two piece outfit was clinging to her body and seemed to be shrinking by the minute.
Was that the same outfit she had bought from a Paris boutique? What a shame.
Well that was the end of the photographs. It was the photographer's fault. He said he would like a group photo. You've heard it all before. A little this way, a little closer together, now, back a little, and into the fountain she went.
It happened so quietly, nobody heard a splash. She was quickly driven home to change.
That will teach her to boast about her expensive clothes. She will never live this down. Everyone was beginning to enjoy themselves.
She arrived back in time for the wedding breakfast with a long face and wearing a dress she had been seen in many times before.
After the celebrations were over, the newlyweds left for their honeymoon.
It had been a lovely wedding. The wedding of the year in fact, with a little light entertainment thrown in.
By A G Frost