Sue Vincdent’s prompt this week is
‘Have you seen the sky, Uncle Fred. It’s amazing.’
Fred Barnwall pulled back the curtain. ‘It’s pollution.’
‘Don’t be a misery. It’s beautiful.’ Alice nudged her uncle. ‘It’s an omen. Good luck for tomorrow.’
‘You’ll need it with that wassock you’re marrying, girl.’ But he smiled and Alice kissed him her forgiveness.
‘You all set to take us to the Church? Car going to work?’
Fred sat up, offended. ‘Bessy will do you proud, my girl. I’ve given her a complete overhaul and…’
‘I know. You love that car more than Aunty Edna.’
‘She don’t complain when I want to oil her big end.’
‘Uncle! And me still not married.’
‘Fred! Stop teasing the girl and go and collect Kev. He and his best man are at the station and need a lift to the White Horse.’
‘Why can’t he get a cab?’
‘The train was delayed and there aren’t any.’
‘Bloody hell. Not another crap excuse. Last time it was badgers nesting in the signal box. I wouldn’t put it past him to say the dog has eaten the ring and put off the wedding.’
‘Uncle Fred. He’s just unlucky. Now go on and let him buy you a half.’
‘Yeah. Well, he’s good for his shout, I’ll give him that.’
The next day, Fred left early to get his white jaguar valeted. As Edna straightened his tie, she leant in close. ‘You be here at twenty past or I’ll kill you myself.’
‘Course. No sweat.’ He looked at the still colourful sky. ‘You should spend your energy hoping it won’t rain. We’ll all look like beetroots if that lot unloads.’
Fred chatted to the valet supervisor, glancing at his watch. Happily everything was done to his exacting standards by the half hour giving him plenty of time. However, as he pulled out of the forecourt the first drop of rain hit the windscreen and within a hundred yards it was pouring.
By the time he drew up outside the house, Fred’s tears mimicked the rain. His niece and wife waited by the door, umbrella poised. He could feel them staring at the car as he reluctantly climbed out. What had been gleaming white ten minutes before now looked like it had been dipped in chocolate dust.
‘What on earth happened, Fred?’
He wiped his eyes. ‘It was on the radio. Saharan sodding sand. Some bloody freak occurrence. I’m so sorry, love. I wanted it perfect.’
Alice hugged him. ‘It is Uncle Fred. Let’s face it the pictures will be unique and Kev’s friends will love leaving us messages in it.’
Two hours later Fred drove slowly away from the Church as the confetti rained down. The watchers smiled as they read the message