2019 Jun 185 minutes: She left her wedding bouquet.
Rain fell around it.
The wind picked up and the tent flaps flapped. She was
the last one out.
It was still now. Still of people. But
nature didn't stop. Nature never stops.
A chair fell over in the wind. Soon, another did.
And night fell.
Within a few days, chairs were strewn
haphazardly everywhere.
The tent was down. The tablecloths blown away.
The table would eventually fall too.
The cement
they were once on would crack and be overgrown by grass.
Nobody returned.