Running From the Altar

Running from the beautiful set up alter in the woods, Jane was out of breath. Carrying her long flowing dress, she desperately struggled to keep herself from tripping. Stumbling over fallen branches and overgrown grass, Jane almost cried out in happiness when she could no longer hear the whispering and gossiping voices.

Sprinting to a clear patch of grass with no visible life form around, Jane stopped and stood. Looking to the ground, she began weeping and going into hysterics.

“He left me,” she sobbed. “He fucking left me.”