By Barbara O'Byrne

When he came down to breakfast, he noticed the tablecloth, one side hanging nearly to the floor, the other barely covering the edge of the pine slab. Amid the plates and cutlery were a jumble of travel brochures and maps. As he sipped his coffee, he asked about their daughter and her kids, was she seeing them today. She eyed him with a distant, distracted look, as if she’d been interrupted in the middle of something important. She held up one of the brochures, suggesting a trip, just the two of them. He was intrigued. It would be nice to get away. A week, even a few days might be just the trick. Perhaps she was tired, needed a break.
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By Mary Crowley

Dressed in her wedding finery, the bride stood in front of the full length mirror. Fully understanding the true meaning, of having butterflies in your stomach. Gazing critically at her appearance, she adjusted the flowers in her hair. Admiring her beautiful dress, placing her hands over the fine silk, relishing the indescribable feel of the fabric. It looked just as she had always dreamed of and more, fitting her slender figure like a glove, accentuating her curves beautifully.

She glanced at the sparkling diamond, on the third finger of her left hand. She would have to move it onto her right hand, for the vows. A warm glow enveloping her, at the thought of marrying the man she truly loved with all her heart. Smiling inwardly, as she remembered the surprise romantic proposal. He had given explicit instructions, to meet him at the airport with an overnight bag, refusing to reveal any details, of where they were heading.
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