“Write for 10 minutes about what is running through a husband-to-be’s head while his wife-to-be is walking down the aisle to where he stands.”
Is that the music changing?
Yes, it is.
She told me to count to give after the music changed and then to turn around to look at her.
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“You are looking down through the skylight as chefs prepare dinner for your ex-fiancé’s wedding”
“Come on, you’re better than this,” Rita admonished herself. “You can still turn back. You don’t have to do this.”
While the rational voice in her head had a point, Rita knew that the anxiety she had around this day wouldn’t go away until she did this. So, she kept climbing the fire escape up the side of the building in which her ex-fiancé was about to get married.
Rita knew there was no logic behind what she was doing. She understood that she was being led by a deep seeded neurosis that wouldn’t relinquish its hold of her – or so Dr. Feinstein said – and she had accepted that fact. Continue reading “Prompt 24”