eeeeeeee! Okay, I just had to let that out. Because this week’s assignment was to write about a wedding. Without the letter e. My fellow creative writing students will understand that this is very hard. Oh well, I tried my best.
First, two young girls with milky frocks and bouncy curls walk down a path, dropping parts of blossoms. Both glow with joy, as all do today. Grand music plays, a harp and a piano. Photos snap. All wait. And…
A lass clad in an ivory gown walks forward, blossoms in hand. A lad with a brilliant grin stands at an altar, waiting. A crowd—family, companions, and I—watch happily. And crying. Always crying.
Ivory clad lass halts and turns to look at him, both radiating bliss. A pastor says words all know, rings put on hands, vows, a kiss. Mirth all around, all congratulating and crying as two unify. Nothing unusual. Just a nuptial party.
Following is dancing and food. I probably should go now. But a maid foils my plans and puts a halting hand on my arm. “Can you waltz? I’m Ivy.”
I push it off. “No, no. I can’t.”
I can’t find a way out, so I waltz. Ivy is clad in a navy gown, along with four additional maids.
“So, how do you know Ryan and Lily?” Ivy asks.
I try not to stomp on a foot. I’m no good at this. “Who?”
“You know.” Ivy throws a look at ivory clad lass and grinning lad.
“Oh, I… must go. Sorry.” I pull away, pushing my way through. Ivy might catch on. I can’t allow that.
Although Ivy won’t allow it. “Do you know Ryan or Lily?”
I shrug. “Imaginably.” I run off.
“Hold it!” Ivy calls. “Wait!”
I fly out church doors. I’m out of harm’s way now. Not caught. I always show up at nuptial affairs. Why wait for an invitation?
That’s right, I just wrote about a creepy stalker who randomly crashes weddings. Good day!