They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

White rose. Eucalyptus. Little pin crooked.

“You sang?” he asked.

“Badly.”

“What song?”

I didn’t want to answer.

General Harland, traitor that he was, smiled at the floor.

Ben waited.

“You Are My Sunshine,” I said. “Because it was the only one you liked, and you were screaming in my ear.”

His mouth opened.

Closed.

“You called me Benny Bug.”

“Only when you were continue reading …