The sun was peering into the windows of the trailer at 161 Springer Lane. The smell of bacon on the stove was becoming more pronounced. Earl reached over and turned on the television set.
“Lurleen, you ready yet?,” Earl shouted. Lurleen had been outside “getting some sun” for the last five minutes, “so I can brown the same time as the bacon,” she said.
The calendar said it was April 1, 1957, but they both knew it as their wedding day. Lurleen came in from outside and changed from her robe to a gown. She grabbed Earl’s hand, and smiled.
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4 thoughts on “April Fool’s Day by Steven Craig”
Well written. I found myself clinging to every word!
A little wedding tan with your bacon.
It’s still April fool’s day.
I have to wonder if they are the April Fools 🙂