This is my response to the Weekly Writing Challenge. This one is a particularly challenging approach, as we are directed to tell a story in the opposite way as usual. In short, we are to begin at the end of the story and tell it back to the beginning.
“Ladies and Gentlemen I now preset to you for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Todd Hartley.”
With all the required matters covered the minister gave the command each of them had waited over twenty hours to hear. “You may kiss the bride.” Standing at the unity candle they enjoyed the time alone, even though a church full of friends and family had their attention solely focused on them. The song she selected was a popular love anthem of their dating time and she knew it would give her several minutes to treasure as he held her hands.
She slid on his ring and felt the completion of a long journey she started so many years before to find her ideal mate. The usually cold metal of the ring was warm, reflecting the nerves of Todd’s best man, who had a horrible fright of standing in front of people. She knew having the wedding band they chose together put on her finger would be a moment she would never forget.
She waited patiently as her maid of honor; the best friend she ever knew took pains to straighten her six foot train. She was careful to take even, measured steps so she did not repeat the near disaster before she made it in the church when her hell caught in a hem. She could feel her father’s quaking hand as he let go of her to join her mother in the crowd.
She heard her father’s voice waver as he responded to the minister’s question of who gives the bride. The minister’s voice was steady and loving as always. He had done all three weddings for the Baker girls and Callie was glad he could do hers. Walking down the aisle she thought it was the longest walk she could remember.
When the double doors opened, she eyeballed Todd, beaming as he waited for her to join him. She watched the last of her bridesmaids disappear from sight and knew her turn was next; after the doors were closed of course. Waiting on the steps out of sight, she shared in the nervous energy of her friends that were decked out in identical bridesmaid attire. Her mother’s hug signaled the time had come to head upstairs. The veil in place, Callie was resplendent in her perfect dress, the one she had found nearly a year before.
Standing before the mirror she held her breath as her friends helped her into the dress. The makeup was easier than she feared as her maid of honor was busy talking to keep her mind occupied. Sitting in the “ready room” alone, Callie was aware of the fact her life was going to change significantly when she left home where so much activity was normal.
The church was decorated just as she desired and walking in with all her gear she felt so happy. She listened to the song her college roommate would sing in less than an hour during the wedding and knew it was the right choice to describe her love for Todd. The small car seemed to bulge at the seams as the four girls crammed all their needs before embarking for the church.
Callie stood in the living room taking in the scene of the place she called home her whole life. Each stair she descended seemed to trigger a different memory of her life in this loving home. The tears came quickly as she grabbed her dress and make up from her bed to leave her bed room. Callie looked at the clock to see it was finally time to leave.
Her shower routine was the same as always, something she knew she wouldn’t change when she was married. Padding from her bedroom to the shower, she could hear the excited buzzing coming from the houseful of guests below. Callie lie in her bed and stared at the ceiling, there was a paper posted that said “Today is the day you dreamed of all your life!” The familiar buzz of her alarm clock meant Callie’s last day as a Miss was here.
I would love to hear your thoughts on this. Did I get it backwards enough?
I want to point you flash fiction writers to another option. It is Flash in the Pan, where you write short fiction 50-150 words respectively to words chosen and posted each week. 250 responses will be collected and published by Redmund Productions. You can check the details at the following link: Flash in the Pan.
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