Four Weddings and a Blizzard: Chapter 2
Written for Day 3 of the Jonsa 2017 Summer Challenge hosted by @jonsa-creatives. I chose the “Fixations” theme.
“I never did get that girl’s fixation with flannel,” groused Jon Snow.
Sansa Stark grinned. “Come on, Jon,” she teased. “You’re from Wisconsin. Surely you understand the whole state’s fixated on flannel?”
Jon Snow rolled his eyes at her, and Sansa caught his lips turning upward for a fraction of a second before they reverted to their customary frown.
“Right,” he replied, “but she’s a lot more fixated than 99.9 percent of the state.” He gestured in the general direction of the lake for emphasis, as if the water itself would turn to flannel on cue.
Sansa grinned again. Her sister Arya had married Gendry Waters that afternoon on a plot of wooded land they owned in the forests of northern Wisconsin. It was the last day of August, and a hint of autumn had colored the breeze that had ruffled the bride’s hair into her groom’s face as they had spoken their vows under a white wicker arch in front of the lake. Gendry had outfitted his groomsmen, including Jon, in blue jeans and gray plaid flannel shirts at the behest of the bride, who had in turn chosen gray flannel shirtdresses for Sansa and the other bridesmaids. Arya herself had worn an enormous gray-and-blue plaid flannel sash over her plain linen wedding gown and tied a matching strip around her bouquet. The bridesmaids’ bouquets had been tied with strips of blue flannel, and the entire bridal party had spent the hours before the ceremony draping flannel cloths over the tables inside the white vinyl reception tent and tying pieces of flannel around Mason jars full of sunflowers.