Jean Marie Donnelly, also a member of Rockland County’s Writing Beyond the Basics, leads River River salons at Cuppa Pulp Writers’ Space. She is at work on a novel set in a dystopian world in which creativity has been banned. The following story, true to Jean Marie’s taste for the weird and fantastical, is based on a prompt called “The Invitation.” We always love a good twist!
I stare at the wedding invitation on my kitchen table. There’s been some mistake. The invitation looks exactly like the one my fiancée, Declan, and I picked out. I touch it to be sure; rough where the roses belong and pearl smooth around the edges. I run my finger across the raised lettering I had insisted upon. D-E-C-L-A-N S-A-V-O-Y. The letters are so neatly spaced out and his name feels so good under my fingers. M-E-G-A-N L-A-N-G-S-T-O-N. My finger traces out the rise, fall, crevice, and groove of each letter. Surely there is some mistake. Declan and I met during our junior year of college. We’ve been a genuinely loving couple for the last six years. Why is Megan’s name there? This mystery is not helping the piercing headache I can’t seem to cure.