The prompt for this piece was a photo of a female looking out of a car window in the rain. 

She leaned forward, just enough to see out of the window. The rain was pouring down hitting the window with a ferocity that she hadn’t seen for some time.

While her facial expression was stony, inside her mind, the same ferocity as the rain played out.  She was mad. She had been at the church waiting. Usually the bride is five minutes late, keeping the groom waiting. No! Not him! This was the other way around. 

She had arrived at the church, the traditional 5 minutes late. As she exited her car, his best friend had run towards her. No words, no nothing. All she had by way of explanation was a note that his friend handed over. One word note. “Sorry”