Fireworks!
Fireworks!
Feeling the squeeze of her tight, lacy white bodice, she looks down upon her full, spreading skirt. She says to herself, “I feel like a ridiculous Disney princess.” Focusing on the peach rose bouquet in her hands, remembering her mothers’ words when, like her dress, mum also chose them for her, “Peach will go so well with your beautiful olive complexion darling.” Catching sight of her pale skinned brides’ maids, clad in peach, she wonders.
Standing next to his best friend, so dependable, there as his best man. Wearing a perfectly fitted suit, and with his hair coifed into a new cut, he feels sharp, “She’ll be impressed”, he thinks.
During her walk along the garden path, a bright green, blue skyed, hazy blur washes over her. The gazes from such familiar faces, almost looking like strangers with their atypical clothing. His ardent stare, “Is that admiration or shock. What is that look?”, she questions.
The pavilion, decorated with flowers, full of friends and family gazing their way, is almost spinning, her head is foggy, she didn’t sleep well last night, but everyone is staring.
Words are spoken, and responded to, familiar words, questions answered. That part over, time to move to seats, to sign. People murmur in the background, “I hope they don’t get bored”, she thinks.
Such a bright day, full of promise, of hope, of future. Handshakes, complements. She feels, “I really look OK, very beautiful even, they sound convincing.”
Everyone smiling, laughing, uplifted, uplifting them. They hold hands, walking to the backdrop of trees they’d agreed to. Grouped together, posed. Then, posed again. Grouped together again, posed some more.
Just them now. How shall we stand? Let’s try this. “Hope a least one comes out well”, she muses.
Glancing towards the pavilion, guests are eating and managing glasses of Champagne. “I just want to be with them, join in, and connect as one of them”, she wishes.
Returning to stand at the front of the pavilion, everyone staring their way again, people are making speeches. People are laughing. She reflects, “This is going on a bit too long now”, her legs feel enervated.
“The limousine’s here”, someone calls out. “Already”, she considers, “Where did the day go.”
Suddenly they are in the hotel room, remembering the drive, and checking in as Mr and Mrs. Laughing, embracing. Embracing some more. There is an explosion. It came from outside, and another.
Arriving at the window, they exchange a smile. He draws the curtains open across the huge windows.
Complimentary wine’s in hand, they sit and gaze out at the colourful explosions. Surprise bursts in the yellow-glowing, smoky, black sky. Singles, clusters, silver, like fountains, green, red, yellow, like flowers. “Perhaps dahlias”, she ponders. What next? “Oh that’s amazing!”, she exclaims. He grins, taking in his beautiful bride like a prize.
Lost in the huge bed, eye’s open, it’s morning. Looking up, his face appears. “Enjoy the fireworks last night darling?”, he questions. “There were fireworks!”, she exclaims. “Absolutely, you used the word amazing if I’m not mistaken”, as he glides the back of his fingers over her face, he adds, “All in this room of course.” Smiling, “Of course,” she jokes.
