A “Mysteries of Harris Burdick” mini-story, written by the very talented and imaginative writer, Rachel Gardner. A poignant and charming story.
written from #3 of The Mysteries of Harris Burdick
with thanks to wgosline
Jessalyn was climbing on the big rocks.
“You aren’t worried you’ll spoil your dress?” Stephen asked.
“Naw. well—” Arms out, she navigated the spine of a granite boulder. “Dad started to say something, and then Rajni said it was fine.”
“So they’re just getting married at your house? This afternoon, no church, no nothing?”
“Yup. Just the man from city hall and us.”
Stephen considered the rocks at his feet. “Are you even going out to dinner?”
“Nope. We’re just having a thing and then we’re cooking chicken vindaloop. Raj is just wearing pants but she said I could wear the dress since it was so pretty.”
Stephen found a chip of rose quartz and pocketed it. “So… they don’t have any guests?”
“Her parents are still in Boston. I tried to tell them about you but they…
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