The groom lunged at the bride. The bride threw a shoe at the groom’s mother. The father of the bride had a heart attack—or maybe a performance. The string quartet played on, because they had been paid in advance.
Then, a click. A small, almost polite sound. Wild Tales
“My son died in that house,” the sedan driver said. The groom lunged at the bride
He dropped the gun. He fell to his knees. The clerk held him. Outside, sirens wailed. The sun shone. A bird sang. a click. A small
They shook hands. They called the tow truck together. As they waited, they shared a cigarette. The sun set. The highway turned gold.