Honeyed Moon

The entire town celebrated the wedding of the banker’s daughter to the mayor youngest son. Long tables were set up in the square, food and drink piled high. Garlands of wildflowers, the bride’s favourite, strung up and hung from post to tree and back so that they celebrated beneath a sweet-smelling sky, busy with bees. The newlyweds sat a table in front of the town hall, flanked by their friends and family.

Later that night, when the casks were opened and the tables were moved off to the side to make room, they came together in a frenzy of dance.


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