Jumble Story

6 - a homeless child
2 - a wedding reception
4 - after a big meal
9 - something embarrassing has just happened



"Of course, if you had told me that I'd be making this speech twenty years ago, I would never have believed you. Bryon and I certainly had our differences as kids, to put it nicely! We fought and...", the pink-gowned bride's maid spoke to her brother's guests. I tried to pretend that I was paying attention, and I did catch a few lines here and there, "I would do anything for him. Bryon is my friend, my confidante, and my partner in crime. He's a thoughtful, giving brother, and a...".


So, my name's Lil. Just Lil. It could be short for Lillian, or anything, for all I know. I live on the streets, alone. Sometimes I meet friends, but they don't stay long because they, too, have to survive. I'm only a teenager. I started counting my age about six years ago; that makes me around 16 now, just guessing. Though I don't have much of a life, I still dream. My biggest dream is to get married and that's why I'm listening to a wedding toast right now. I know I will never get married, but just being at a wedding fills the want that I have occasionally. So, I scrummaged up some clothing - I use that word "scrummaged" a lot because I don't like to say steal - and walked a few blocks until I came across what I was looking for. A wedding.

It's a big wedding, and I shouldn't be noticed. I'm dressed the part so who will ever know. "The best thing about Bryon and Cathy, however, is the way that they fit together...", again the red-haired woman speaks. I sit alone and close to the buffet table, but not too far from the door so I can grab a quick meal then spilt before anyone notices. I've done this a few times before, and I have the technique kind of down-pat. The speech comes to an end and I quickly make my way over to the long, rectangular table that holds my supper for the next few days. My plate starts empty then within seconds is overflowing with food. People are starting to stare a bit, but I'm just too hungry to care. Suddenly, a woman with a clipboard approaches me and asks my name and where I am seated. Busted. I grab my rounded plate of food and walk quickly, too quickly for the steps beneath me. Next thing I know, I'm on the floor and everyone is gazing at me. What have I done...