The Tame (ON HOLD)

Of an unhappy knot-tying

The long winding road wound into another bend, its curve a whole entirety. Boulevards of dancing red and white flowers lined the asphalt road. The car hummed along to the rythm of the bees that hovered over the avenue and speedily eased itself out of the shade of an oak tree and into the blazing August sun. No car or passenger passed by as the silver-grey Bentley clawed on the road. It rode on for a while before slowing down at a green signboard that indicated white pointing arrows and the signals, Dock Road, 50 yards ahead. The car moved once more, its tinted window glass shielding its occupants from view.

Phina sat silent and unmoving in the car. Her hands clutched a NKJV Bible, its cover embroidered with spun gold. Mrs. Kincaid was sat on the seat behind Phina and had allowed a little silent moment for her would-be daughter in law. Lorraine had made vehement protests of joining them but Phina had denied, claiming she wanted some small time alone on her wedding day. She knew that if Lorraine had hopped into the car she would never have gained this solemnity.

After Brendan had tore Phina's wedding dress, Lorraine had gone on a rampage. She'd fearlessly met Brendan infront of his penthouse suite and given him a piece of her adorable mind. She'd even threatened to tell the media about the pending wedding: something which had riled the man to no end and the promise that he would never allow Lorraine entry into the wedding programme. This had shut her up.

Lorraine of course had designed the wedding dress, burning the midnight candle to make sure her dear friend wore the best. Only to have it destroyed by Brendan Kincaid. That was an insult to any designer and had she the strength, she would have whiped his derriere till the end of time.

Phina though had gone shopping with Mrs. Kincaid, Elysia and Lorraine for another dress. Lorraine had selected an antique-white sleeveless gown but Phina declined. She instead chose a simple knee cut white dress with a thin red sash cinched at the middle.

The women had all wondered out loud why Phina chose those blend of colours. But she knew better. It was her wedding so she had to wear the victory colour: white. But Phina knew it was mourning for her, thus the red.

Phina jerked slightly when the car rocked off a bump. They were going down a hill that overlooked a large blue enormity. Phina was stupefied as to why the cloud was hanging on the ground. Creening her neck, she gazed out the window. Whoo!

The chasm that appeared to be the cloud was rather a clear turquoise sea: yacths, ships and boats dotting its humid surface. Under the torching yellow sun, the ships seemed to be bobbing and the golden waves rippled in zig-zag dimensions.

'Is it been that long since you saw the sea?'

Phina whipped her head around and answered to Mrs. Kincaid.

'Yes I guess. And the scene is breathtaking too.'

'I agree,' Mrs. Kincaid said, 'these docks always are.'

Phina nodded in agreement and stifled a groan when the driver eased the car onto a small parking lot and came to open the side doors. She grabbed her Bible and hopped out of the car.

'I am very sorry Miss. But we will have to walk from here,' the driver said.

Phina smiled and patted his shoulders with warm hands. 'It's alright. It will be good for stretching our legs.'

The man glowed in return, his eyes shy.

So they began walking down the hill and stepped onto a cemented platform that led to a couple of stone steps. The steps in turn led to a hard wood plank, its rough surface jutting out into the sea.