the scottish wedding
Attornish january 22, 7.30 pm.
The light sliding over the velvet curtains stumbles into the empty glasses on unbleached linen tablecloths.
The last couple dances wrapped in a cloud of habanas and alcohol.
The photographer holding a flash with the left hand leans over the mamiya visor, they want to look proud wearing their family kilts.
The woman next to the fireplace, sees the future of old Scotland dissolve in the snow.
A dog barks outside and the band starts playing another ballad.
Love is over ,no one is bothered.