She was still wearing her wedding dress when the car broke down in the middle of the desert.
Ever since she had said ‘I do’, everything that could go wrong, had.
The first kiss gave her a split lip; a pageboy had stood on her dress, causing it to rip; she’d not even left the church when her aunt had fainted and knocked her head; their weren’t enough chairs at the reception; the food had been luke warm; her brother and brother-in-law had got into a fist fight; the waiter dropped the cake.
The only positive she could see looking back over the last five hours, other than currently sitting next to her soulmate, was the sudden change in weather, which had caused the reception to end early.
Eager to start their honeymoon, they got a speeding ticket as they left the city limits. An hour later, they had to stop to change a flat tire; two hours later, they had pulled over for a quickie, which was very quick indeed due to laying the blanket down on a bed of scorpions; it had taken twenty minutes to suck and sooth her husband’s sore backside.
And now the car wouldn’t start. Oh, and they had eagerly drank all the water after their frenzied attempt at lovemaking under the stars.
She knew why this was happening - hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but he was her man now, and she would live with the curse, for better or worse.