Six Sentence Sunday - Haunted Passions

“Brom’s a good man, and so are you, John. I’ve dreamt of my wedding day many a time, and you were always there when I imagined it.” She paused, sucking in a breath, leaving John’s cheek cool and tingling. “Sometimes I think…” Her voice wavered, but she still managed to sound as melodious as ever. “Sometimes I think it’s a shame that one of you – you and Brom, I mean – must be at the pulpit, and the other in the pews.”