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Monday, September 2, 2013

TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "BUILDING"





Jonesy dragged her into the kitchen for a cup of tea, chatting about University gossip. She gave Dale a hug then left. She wandered about the big house, feeling lost. The pain in her heart was building. She fished out the wedding notice and, careful not to crumble the brittle newspaper, read it carefully. 
 She stared at the picture of the bride, grinning from ear to ear. Sylvia was beautiful. She wondered about Cliff. Had he been delirious with joy or depressed or sad at the time?

She sank down into the comfort of an overstuffed chair in the living room and watched chickadees eat at the bird feeder. 
 The memory of her wedding day flashed back. Anna had thrown herself into wedding plans with zeal. The dress had to be perfect –and it was. The venue had to be just right –and it was. Even the weather had to be warm enough and cool enough – and it was. Everything was spot on, except it was the wrong groom.

She remembered standing at the window, watching the crowd gather slowly. Anna had been called to a food emergency in the kitchen. Begging for a moment alone from her bridesmaids, Dale stood quietly, by herself, unable to stop the tears. 
 She couldn’t stop wishing it was Cliff, pacing nervously in the black tuxedo, Cliff who would be pledging to love her forever, and Cliff who would be making love to her that night. The feelings she experienced then flooded back into her heart. The agony of knowing she could have had her wish stung her like a thousand bees.   
 A crack of thunder indicated an autumn storm. Stupid to wish. Try to forget. It’s past. He’s gone. Let it go. She sighed briefly as she climbed the stairs. I can’t let it go. He hates me for something I didn’t do. Do I tell him? I must, but not now. She slipped under the covers of the bed in the master bedroom and was blessedly lost in sleep by six o’clock.  

12 comments:

Lindsay said...

I can feel her pain and hurt. Fantastic scene. I hope things improve for her and she gets Cliff.

writerszenblog said...

Ohhhh, one of those 'wish you could go back in time' moments.
You've done an excellent job at portraying her pain.

V.L. Locey said...

What a great job you`ve done of portraying her 'What could have been' moments. That line about everything being perfect except it was the wrong groom is a superb one and hits the reader right where it counts.

Karen Cino said...

I'm wondering what the thing is that she got blamed for. I am really enjoying this story.

Iris B said...

Great scene ... the emotions shining through so vividly.

kathleen ball said...

love your descriptions- I write she sat-- you write--She sank down into the comfort of an overstuffed chair in the living room

morgan said...

Hi Jean,

I have had the wrong groom issue too. Totally understand. I do wonder what she is blamed for.

Great job. I feel sympathetic and anxious to get to the next page.

Sarah said...

The poor thing. My goodness, my heart breaks for her lost possibility.

Jillian said...

As usual, you've drawn me in and left me wanting more. Well done, you!

Tricia Andersen said...

My heart is breaking for her. She has to tell Cliff the truth even if it's too late. Great writing Jean - I love this!

SherryGLoag said...

Intriguing

S.E said...

I hope she gets her wish.