Til Death Do Us Part
Today’s brew: Mudslide ice cream. Hey, it’s coffee flavored.
I wrote this short story as a entry in a writer’s group contest, so I figured I’d share it with all of you here as well. Let me know what you think! We love feedback here at Deadly Ever After, so please don’t be shy! –Kristen
The day I’d dreamed of my entire life was finally here.
I gazed out the window of my Nana’s bedroom, temporarily shutting out the jubilant hubbub of my sisters, friends, and mother that swirled around me. The day couldn’t be more perfect. The sky was robin’s egg blue with fluffy white cotton balls stamped into place. The trees stood gracefully at attention. Everything was so peaceful; it was more a postcard than a backyard.
It was exactly how I pictured the day I would marry Matthew.
I was one of the lucky ones. I always knew this day would come. Out of dozens of kids in our neighborhood, Matt and I were the only ones who were the same age. We had been inseparable as long as I could remember. Matt was able to turn anything, even a mundane game of hide and seek, into an adventure. He made my cheeks sore from smiling. I looked forward to spending the rest of my life with him as my husband.
Everyone in the room, including me, cried as I was laced into my corset gown. Once I was appropriately draped in something borrowed (Nana’s pearl earrings) and something blue (my garter), a vintage Rolls Royce whisked us away from Nana’s to Paragon Park. To me, it was the only choice of venue. It was the place Matthew and I had watched fireworks as kids, attended numerous festivals and watched dozens of concerts. I had only good memories from this spot. It was also the place that we shared our first kiss and where Matthew proposed.
My sisters ushered me into the tent at the back of the park before anyone had a chance to catch site of me. I couldn’t resist peeking out at my family and friends gathered on folding chairs in the park. I felt so filled with love that everyone came to witness this moment. They were framed by an explosion of colors from blooming shrubbery. The cheerful paper lanterns we’d added to signal this indeed was a day of celebration swayed lazily in the breeze. Pale pink roses twined around a trellis marked the spot where Matt and I would exchange our vows.
Tears welled up in my eyes again.
Greg, a mutual friend of Matt and I, played acoustic guitar to entertain our friends before the ceremony started. Casey, my sister, popped a bottle of champagne in the tent as we giggled and hugged one another. I was the first of the girls in the family to tie the knot.
Any time now, Greg would start strumming the opening bars to the bridal march.
I stole another glance out to the trellis. Where was Matthew? He should have been here by now. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait to walk down the aisle.
My dad and the minister joined us in the tent. I rose to hug my dad, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from flowing down my face. Why do we cry when we are at our happiest? I stopped short when I saw the solemn look on his face. The minister stood behind him, looking just as solemn.
“Alicia, honey, sit down,” his voice was shaky. Too startled to ask why, I carefully did what Dad asked of me. “There’s been an accident….”