The Brooch

Whose Hand Do You Really Desire?

Now if there was ever a time, Maple needed to hold onto something without falling over? Now was the time. But the only thing she could think to hold onto at that very moment in time, was her trusted and beloved brooch.

Why she twisted that apple crumb brooch like it was a magic wand to keep her insane thoughts from running through the roof,, like a rocket launching straight through the top of that old church, multicolored glass, steeple ceiling! On insanity's own personal fuel that is!

Of all days! And of all times, Andrew Wellington, was standing in that room! And he was standing face to face. Staring her straight in the eye! And the color on Maple's face? Why it left her once crimson tanned body, pale as her great uncle Cleaver's brother's ghost...Now that was pale!

You know that feeling when your heart stops, drops, and falls into the pit of your stomach? Well that's exactly how Maple felt when she saw Andrew standing in front of that door. And before her...

In the crystal blue sky and the once calm wind humming in the air, whistling through the window and lightly dancing on her hair, Maple now stood frozen as a peacock's tail. Right where she stood like a statue being sculpted by none other than Leonardo Da Vinci, himself, in the flesh. If he existed in that time that is...

But boy was she frozen! Frozen to the core...

"I knew you were beautiful. But I never knew you could ever be more beautiful than you are right now..."

Standing there in the chapel waiting room, of an off satin white and gorgeous lilac background, Maple in her elegance of white, stood astonished at the mere sight of Andrew, now standing before her.

There he was in a white dress shirt with a crisp collar as it slightly showed a glimpse of his dark chest hairs. His skin was unblemished and bronzed as it enhanced his dark blue eyes just right. You could smell his tempestuous cologne as it lightly lingered in the air. He had an intense expression as his hair was freshly cut as it complimented his perfectly trimmed beard... None could say Andrew Wellington wasn't a handsome man by far.

Nonetheless, he was the last person Maple ever wanted to come in contact with. Especially on this very day...

"You are a vision." Andrew said. "A walking dream." He said as his eyes suddenly gazed upon the brooch and her nervous fidgeting fingers. "And the brooch?"

"Whut about it?" She said ceasing her endless twists.

"It's perfect." He smiled.

"Have you come to steal it again?" Maple scowled covering it up from his curious eye view.

"I guess I deserve that." He smiled. "Maple..."

"Don't come any closer!" She fretted backing away.

Staring intensely into her face, Andrew could see the panic and sudden distress in Maple's baffled eyes...

"Please." He suddenly uttered cutting her off from racing out the room.

He could see in Maple's eyes, she was about to call out.

"Don't..." He pleaded.

But Maple wasn't about to listen...

"Jest give me a moment. And I promise I'll go."

"Andrew__"

"One... moment... Please. It's all I ask."

"My daddy is on his way!"

"I know." He disappointedly said. "I saw him." He claimed. "Nonetheless, by the looks of him blubbering as I passed by, he may be a minute longer than you thank. Cause of that, I know yo mumma and grandmama will be as well...So do me a favor, and give me that minute I ask for."