A Toast to Love… and Selective Memory
Fucked-Up Wedding Toast Challenge
Everyone, please join me in toasting Claire and Nathan. Claire, you’ve always been the family’s golden girl, smart, kind, and impossibly patient, if a little naive. Nathan, you lucky man, you’ve won the jackpot. I still remember the night you told me, eyes shining, “She’s the one I’ve been looking for my whole life.” Of course, that was six months before you met Claire, but hey, let's not quibble over details. Love rewrites history, doesn’t it? May your story be the version you tell your grandchildren, the polished, approved one. To the beautiful lie we all choose to believe. Cheers!
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Diane Foster
I’m a professional writer, proofreader, and all-round online entrepreneur, UK. I’m married to a rock star who had his long-awaited liver transplant in August 2025.
When not working, you’ll find me with a glass of wine, immersed in poetry.
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The Burden of Almost-Ripe
The sky above the valley had that specific, bruised look of a plum, dark and swollen, holding back its juice. It was the hour of the lean light, when shadows stretched out long and thin across the furrows, distorting the shape of the world.
By Diane Fostera day ago in Fiction
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Ouch, that was subtle. Loved it, Diane!