Wednesday Writers
Writing Prompt for 3/8/17
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March
2, 2017
This week’s challenge from Debb is slightly different:
1.
Think
back to when you were 10 years old. If that causes a problem, make
something up.
2.
Tell
us in a narrative, story or poem what did your 10 year old self think about
SNOW?
3.
If it helps you, use the bad grammar and less-than-perfect spelling that a 10
year old might have.
4.
Do not limit yourself on the word count, and write at least one sentence; the
only thing we are NOT interested in would be a novel.
Everyone is welcome to try the challenge. Mail your piece to
stantonsunshine@gmail.com by Monday noon, 3/6/18, then check back on Wednesday
to read all the entries. Questions? Just write me – thanks!
WINTER WEDDING
We didn’t know if we would get there on time. The snow had come down overnight covering the
roads in a blanket of white. Mum was
getting agitated. She shouted at my
brother and myself while dad went out to start the car. He sat there with the engine running, he said
it was to warm up the car for us all but now, many decades later, I wonder if
he just wanted to get out of the house.
We had a journey of about an hour before we arrived at my
aunt’s house where we were all going to get changed. This wedding had been planned forever it
seemed. My grandmother had been going
all day and all night on her Singer Sewing machine trying to get my bridesmaid
dress and my brother’s pageboy outfit ready before we left.
I was so excited. Outside looked so pretty, crisp and clean,
flakes of snow falling gently on my hair.
I tried to lick the snowflakes to see what they tasted like. My brother and I had a competition to see who
could hold a snowflake the longest before it melted. I don’t think either of us won but it didn’t
stop us from bickering about it.
We arrived eventually, bags and baskets were carried in to
Aunt Ivy’s flat about the shop. She was
still working in the shop, she wouldn’t close the shop until the very last
minute.
All the adults seemed cross so I just sat quietly on the sofa
until it was my turn to have my hair done.
My brother played with his cars.
Finally we were all dressed up and bundled in to the cars. The sun came out and melted the snow from
the ground as we drove through the lanes to the church.
A winter wedding. My
first time as a bridesmaid. I was quite
nervous. I didn’t want to trip up, the
dress was longer than I was used to wearing.
The two pageboys were smart enough but I thought I was the bee’s knees
in my long red velvet dress, a red peaked bonnet on my head and my heads kept
warm in a muff.
Then I saw the grown-up bridesmaids. They were so elegant I wished I was their
age. Their hair was in a bouffant
style. Their muffs matched mine but they
didn’t need a cord to keep it around their necks, they knew how to hold them. We were given brooches which were pinned on
the white faux fur collars of my dress and the other small bridesmaid’s dress,
the two adult bridesmaids (the bride’s sister and the bride’s friend) wore
their brooches on their dresses. The two
page boys wore red velvet bowties and braces and stood to attention for the
photos shoot.
My very favourite photograph is the one where my grandmother
is sprinkling confetti over me – I felt so special that day.
The church was picture perfect and the photos taken by the
lych gate bring back memories of a wonderful day for a ten year old girl. Perhaps the snow could have stayed for a
while to make the photos more romantic but for ease of everyone and those who
had to travel it was a bonus that all the snow had melted away and the sunshine
came out to play.
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Photo credit: Sally Stackhouse
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Photo credit: Sally Stackhouse
The three pictures below are of Hollington Church in the Woods taken from Google Images
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Sweet memory.
ReplyDeleteI loved this story very much. There was a sense of excitement through the entire story.
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