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

back of his chair.

Kellie wiped under one eye with her knuckle, then looked at the band.

“Play something,” she said.

The bandleader, a thin man with a ponytail and the fear of God in him, nodded too many times.

The first notes came out wrong.

Then they found the song.

Not the one planned. Not the first dance, not whatever polished thing they’d picked after continue reading …