Black Wedding

The wet grass clippings built up on Adams shoes as he walked down the ninth fairway.  It was a cool morning nearing the end of October.  Though he was playing well and this might have been his last round of the season, golf was the furthest thing from his mind.

Adam had to get off the course soon and get back to his wife to be.  He decided to go out for a quick nine holes before meeting Mary for breakfast at the local diner. He promised her they would sit down together and discuss their wedding plans. 

Adam reached his ball, gazed almost carelessly at the green, and struck his ball crisply.  The sound of the metal iron impact on the ball echoed throughout the leafless trees only to be followed by the thump of the ball landing safely on the green. A truly great shot on a truly beautiful morning and Adam could not care less.  He could not get over the fact that he was getting married.

Adam did not regret the engagement; it was just that it all happened so fast.  Adam had always been the bachelor type of guy, always dating a lot of women.  He was introduced to Mary just over a year ago and found himself completely in love for the first time in his life.  Adam had thought he had been in love in the past, but it always seemed as though something was missing.. When he was with Mary he felt so complete, so content, and he loved everything about her. Realizing that she was the one,  he proposed to her six months later. 

They had planned the wedding for the first of December.  Hoping for a snowy landscape for their special day, they decided on a location in the Berkshire Mountains, in western Massachusetts.  The wedding ceremony would be held at a quaint little church called Saint Teresa's and the reception would be at The Stonewall Resort, a magnificent hotel, rich in history and prestige.

Returning to his car, Adam opened his trunk and sat on the bumper as he changed out of his golf spikes.  He got in his car and headed down the road to Smitty’s diner.

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late.”

“I just got here myself. How’d you play?”

“Oh, ah¼” Adam stumbled, as he realized he had not even added his score up.  He pulled the scorecard from his back pocket and looked at it in amazement at it.  He had shot a Thirty-nine, his only time breaking forty all year, and he didn’t even know it.

“Pretty good, I guess” still in disbelieve.  “How was your morning?”

“Well, the laundry is done, the house is vacuumed, and I made dinner plans for us tonight.  Not as tough as your golf outing, but I feel like I got a few things accomplished.” She said with a sarcastic tone, while giving him a raised eyebrow.

“Isn’t it too early in the day to be giving me the guilt trip?” He said smiling as he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

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