One Man’s Loss


By Ann Christine Tabaka

Janet was left standing at the altar while James was rolling dice at the casino. He had forgotten the time, again. She was tired of always playing second fiddle to his gambling, and waiting for him. This was not the first time James had left her at the altar, but it was going to be the last. Everyone in the church was very quiet, and feeling uncomfortable.
“Damn it to Hell, James,” Janet muttered under her breath. Then she grabbed her Maid of Honor, after all Alice was her first true love, and they both smiled as the wedding proceeded.

Ann Christine Tabaka, 2017 Pushcart Prize nominee and author of 9 poetry books, writes “because I feel a need to, and it is cathartic for me.”

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