The Shape Of
Things To Come
by Avis Hickman-Gibb
morning a bride-to-be was standing by her bedroom
window, drinking a stiff vodka and tonic - to
steady her nerves. Glancing up, she saw a sky
that was a clear blue; the few clouds left from
overnight were burning off, rapidly. It was set
to be another hot day in July. The wedding would
take place at 11.30am, at Richmond registry
office. Close family attending only; the wedding
breakfast to be held later at Jaspers Bun
in the Oven, Kew Green. Then tomorrow, a
honeymoon in Venice via the Orient Express.
before setting off, the phone rings shrilly into
the mornings heat. She picks up the
receiver, and the conversation proceeds:
morning sweetheart, are you up?
Anything wrong? Were just about to set off.
What do you want?
really... just... you know those clothes I
brought round yesterday, to be packed for the
need my black shoes for today, and I brought them
round too, by mistake... So, could you just bring
them along to...
in the case.
could you fish them out and..,
in the case, in the car.
could you go to the car and...
in the case, in the car, outside.
can you go outside...
in the case, in the car, parked outside your
house. Now. I drove it round yesterday
where are the keys?
on your way to the registry office, could you
just swing by and open the boot?
cant! Ive got my family here, the
traffic will be a pig, and its bad luck to
see each other before we get there!
theyre the only black shoes Ive got;
the ones I wear with the navy pin-stripe. I
thought you wanted me to wear that one.
another suit, then. Or buy some more black ones.
I cant get there.
dont wear sneakers.
sounded a good idea.