Three Line Tales: Before The Wedding #3LineTales #amwriting #fiction 


Thank you to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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Ben Rosett

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 The future awaits as I stand behind the swing hesitating. It reminds me of when I was a small girl, riding the swing and pumping my legs back and forth. Often, I would end up flipping the swing, riding it too high. My mom would be so upset at yell at me for scaring her each time I flipped the swing. 

Today I sit down on the swing which is aggravatingly difficult with all these layers of tulle, silk, and lace. I don’t want to grass stain my gown before my big moment down walking down the aisle. I rock and swing my body using my barefoot and I’ve taken off my couture Jimmy Choos wedding shoes. 

 I swing softly and think and I wonder what my future will be like when the weddings over? The truth is no one knows what the future will bring, especially not me. I see the light of sun shining down upon my dress, to me on this day, this light is my hope. Such a brilliant sun could only mean a beautiful life ahead. 

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My girl sits on the swing, rocking back and forth gently, her veiled head leaning against the rope on one side of the swing. Weddimg guests begin to gather sitting in white wooden chair. Some of the guest gaze back at the bride who thoughtfully swings, humming a familiar tune. I wonder what’s going on in her confounding mind and then she peers back at me and smiles brightly. 

I’m not supposed to see her in her white dress yet, so I grin and pretend to cover my eyes as she laughs, telling me to go away. That we’ll be married before we know it. Through my fingers I stare at her, she’s so beautiful. I can feel my heart thumping against my chest –I seem to be nervous after all.

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Years later, I think back to that moment when our whole lives were before us. Holding each other’s hands and murmuring our wedding vows. Now I cling to her thin hand in the hospital bed as my love seems to disintegrate before me. One never knows what lies ahead and I think that’s a gift. If we knew what our future was, we would never move forward. 

But I see the light of heaven shining upon my wife. I feel this warm healing light on my own body and we stare at each other and smile as the Lord calls us both home. The next morning the nurses find us, our bodies cold. We have already gone onto better things. We left holding hands, the same way we began. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

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Three Line Tales: The Drawer Full of Tools #3LineTales #fiction


Thank you to Sonya of 100 Words or Less for hosting 3 Line Tales.

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Ashim D’Silva

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1. We all have drawers in our homes (and garages), filled with tools of every type one could imagine and we tell ourselves everything in this drawer is useful; for example, we need at least five pairs of scissors for use on varied items — some for string, some for rope, some for the kitchen, some for cutting through paper with precision; and a small sharp pair for beauty, unwanted hairs and finger nail breaks; what would we do withou five-pairs of  scissors? 

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2. Then, don’t let me get started on screw drivers, these multi-use tools of which, we can never find the right kind; I can never remember the correct names for them either, Phillips and Star (something)? Let’s simply say, at times, we need a flatheaded screwdriver (small, medium, or large) and other times we need a star-shaped screwdriver (small, medium or large too); we also use screwdrivers to un-jamb things in our house as well and there are many other reasons we use them, and can never find the right type or size; often, a small drill is much faster — let’s stick one of those in there.

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3. In this drawer (we all have) they’re are a variety of other tools and I think, many of these tools, are tools we think we’ll need close-by, but should be stored elsewhere; think about small axes for instance; hammers are useful but do you need all five in small, medium, and large sizes? And the variety of knives, not used in the kitchen, makes me nervous; how many pocket-knives does a family or individual require? How many box-cutters? And how many knives in general? Horror movies have ruined us, how many knives do we need in case, Jason, or Michael Myers stops by on Halloween, or some other time? 

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©Mandibelle6. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: To a Woman Who Fell Off The Edge


 

Suicide
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I always wonder why?

You left your family that day?

Why you chose the rope.

And not another day on earth.

 

I wonder if I could’ve stopped you,

And told you the right words.

If you’d still be here today.

If I offered up my small wisdoms.

 

As you had given me yours.

But I didn’t phone you saying,

“It’s going to be okay.”

I let the moment pass by.

 

A few weeks later, you died.

Did you know you were my hero.

The person’s whose life,

I wanted to emulate.

 

Years have passed; I wonder if,

Words would’ve mattered.