A 99-word micro-fiction, by me.
Stephen and Rebecca met. I don’t know how.
I’ve known of him since we were little. Me and Steppy have been friends for years. He plays bass-guitar and football, and is good at numbers.
Me and Becca, we’ve never met.
It’s OK though.
I’ve seen her photo on facebook: she looks nice.
I’ve heard her in the background of a long-distance telephone call: she sounds nice, too.
She’s marrying someone that I respect and admire and love and am amused by and am in awe of: we clearly have a lot in common.
Cherish the day: relish the life.