100 Word Challenge: The Bells are ringing

…is it me or are bells ringing? she wondered, looking out at the snowy blanket that covered her town. She listened harder, pressing her ear to the frozen window, trying to make out the distant sound. There was no mistaking it; the Church bells were pealing, but not to call worshippers. “It’s not Sunday,” she muttered to herself.

Just before she turned from her window, a car pulled into her drive. She peered out to see her best friends step out, dressed in their finest. The doorbell went. At the door stood Marie with a white dress.

“You’re getting married!”

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