Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Till Death Do Us Part

The car bumped down the dirt track leading to Beaumont House.

George held his mobile phone and struggled to follow their progress on google maps.

Terry held the wheel firmly and kept a steady speed as Nick and Phil bounced up and down on the back seat swearing at Terry’s driving.

George shouted “LEFT!” and Terry swung hard left down the first opening on the left that he thought was a road.

The car smashed into a solid wooden farm gate and stalled.

The four men got out of the car to see what damage had been done. They wore identical tuxedos, white shirts and black bow ties.

One front headlight was smashed with bits of glass littering the ground and steam rose into the air from a broken radiator.

“Nice one Terry. Where did you get your driving licence from?” said Nick.

“Look mate if you can do better then you drive! I turned left when George yelled ‘Left’”.

George looked at his friends and coughed. “Sorry lads. I put in Beaumont but it actually gave us directions to a place called Bowmon. We’re miles from the church.”

“You stupid prat!” said Phil. “It’s my sisters wedding and she knows I don’t think much of Martin and turning up late really is putting the icing on the cake!”

Phil pulled something from his pocket. “Do you think Martin can getting married without his gold ring?”

A tractor pulling a cart putted up the road and stopped beside the men.

“Where are you four penguins going?” asked the farmer.

“Nearest pub sounds good,” replied Terry.