no wedding cake
She chose wedding colors I was not fond of.
They seemed blah to me – tan, black and gray.
Ugh!
How pretty could the decorations be?
Not very.
What about the foods? I asked hopefully.
What will you serve?
Every table will have a fruit board.
What is that?
Fruit splayed out on a long board in the middle.
No cake?
I was horrified.
No.
What about drinks?
Purified water, she told me, fresh from a spring.
I was speechless.
Did not want to attend.
But she was my sister.
Believe it or not the fruit board was a hit.
We all went back to it over and over.
Eating our fill of raspberries, bananas and strawberries.
I just found an apricot! A tablemate said.
I discovered a pineapple.
It was better than cake.
I think everyone at the table enjoyed it.
And the wedding was pretty too.
In spite of the blah colors.
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