By, Nan Claire Falkner
During the wedding reception, Marty pulled triple duty – singing for the bands’ “no-show crooner”, bartending, and cleanup crew. Now he could buy the baby bed from IKEA Jen had been eying.
In the kitchen, on top of the cake stand had been a wax bride, now melted. The groom’s figure was missing. Marty followed the tell-tale melting wax hands pointing to the twenty gallon bucket on the floor filled with ice, water and beer.
At the bottom of the bucket, was the “groom’s” severed head.
“9 1 1, what is your emergency?” said the operator.
“The Hacker’s Back” Marty whispered.