Creative Response 1/29/16

He whistled; There goes the bride as blood and tears streamed down his face.
Oh it really was quite the disgrace.
Dressed in white head to toe, she had never looked so beautiful in all the time he knew her.
It all seemed to happen in slow motion. One minute she's saying her vows, the next, you know...
It was really not a good idea to invite her ex husband. Especially knowing how much he loved hunting...
That crossbow strung and there the bride hung. Dead at the alter.
It shot her body right against the tree. Her blood ran straight down it.
He did not know what to think, his bride had just been murdered.
He sat and he stared as he touched the blood dripping like sap off of the old oak.
So many tears streamed down his face as he whistled, there goes my bride.