And then a little commotion. Everyone comes running to see what's going on.
So, what's up? Where's the fire?
No worries. No fire. At least, not the kind that needs putting out. It's just that the wedding was at the firehouse*. We might have missed the party, but Gus sends the bride and groom a big wet kiss.
*Saturday Centus time again...the prompt is in red above. You know the drill...100 words, plus the prompt and have at it. Congrats to Mrs. Jenny's sis who IS getting married to her own fireman at the firehouse. Be sure to hop on over and check out what wedding gifts the other Centusians have offered up.