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


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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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Day 5 – NaPoWriMo –  Emily Dickinson Reworked.


Because I could not stop for Death (479)

Emily Dickinson1830 – 1886

Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. 
I knew not it was my Time, just that I need go.
The Carriage held but just Ourselves and Immortality. 
The whisps of spirits in the air gave warmth and light in the Carriage.
 We slowly drove, death knew no haste. And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too. 
For His Civility.
The passages of life they flashed before my eyes. 
We Passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess in the Ring. 
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain.
We passed the Setting Sun, Or rather, He passed us. 
The Dews drew quivering and chill. 
For only Gossamer, my Gown, My Tippet, only Tulle. 
But I felt only warmth in me, my soul burned brightly as chill I knew no more.
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground, The Roof was scarcely visible, The Cornice, in the Ground. 
I cursed a little violently didn't they know I wanted cremation. But it mattered little what I cared for I no longer was.
Since then, 'tis Centuries and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads 
Were toward Eternity. 
The blazing power of God, he sits with majesty, and angels sing , while Devils weep, there is no time. 
The Devil was long defeated when I set foot in this Eternal Haven.