All Dressed Up...
Quiet.
Finally.
She smoothes the satin and lace that hide her from herself. She glances around the room at the piles of shoes and jeans and hoodies amassed on velvet-covered chairs. Cosmetic cases spill forth their creamy contents. White Rain and Love’s Baby Soft mingle in the air. She recites her vows under her breath, stares at the diamond on her hand.
Steady.
Ready.
A knock breaks her moment. She lowers the filmy veil, picks up the bouquet of pink roses and trailing ivy. Smiles widely.
Opens and steps through the door, walks down the corridor.
To him.
Forever.
I'm participating in a weekly writing challenge: 100 words. Each week, Velvet Verbosity posts a prompt, and participants write 100 words, in any form, that evoke the word. This week's word: corridor.
Nice description of her last moment as a person singular, about to join him to become persons plural. I'm glad the thought brings a wide smile to her face.
ReplyDeleteMakes me think she is too young to be doing this. No idea why...
ReplyDeleteOh how I wish it was always forever. A lovely description before the first step into the future. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI love this - a moment of introspection before taking a life-changing moment. I wonder if those smells will always inspire happy reminiscences.
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