This is my contribution for Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge – a three-part haiku flash fiction.
Note – in the UK, we refer to the bridegroom’s pre-wedding “celebrations” as a stag night/ party/ weekend/ do. The groom is called the stag.
My stag weekend took place in Brighton, on the same weekend as Gay Pride. I wasn’t the only naked man on the beach at the end of that night, but I was the only one who was solo… (My friends had ritually de-bagged me and thrown me in the sea. I had to beg for them to at least leave my shoes – those pebbles were rough!) Happy days…
Anyway, for the avoidance of all doubt, this is entirely fictional.
Raucous stag party
Celebrates male bonding
Stag wakes in hotel.
Sick with shame, reeking of her.
Slightest noise resounds
Wedding day tears.
Apologies are white noise
For stag night mistakes