They sauntered through the picturesque locales of the countryside.
The girls were a picture of gaiety. Their uproarious laughter reverberated through the overcast sky.
“I am so glad, we could keep our pact that whenever one of us gets married, we would all turn up and it would be like a reunion”, exclaimed one of them.
A truck wheeled its way towards them. The driver was a boorish man in his forties. He saw the women standing right in the middle of the road. He honked vehemently.
Just then out of the blue, the local radio channel in his car announced, “At 11 am today, near Riveira hills, a bride and a group of bridesmaids met with a fatal accident when on their way to the wedding spot. None survived.”
The man instinctively peeked at the clock on the dashboard.
It said “10:59 AM”.
A shiver ran down his spine.