The Wedding Day | A short WLW story
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Last published Mon, Jun 30, 2025
The sun so bright.
Birds chirping.
Sunlight beaming through the window.
Her reflection in the mirror-
a sinless white gown,
a golden cascade of hair falling over one shoulder,
a bouquet of flowers clutched tight in her hands,
a wedding veil nestled in her hair.
Lips red. Cheeks brushed pink.
Eyes brown-looking at me in the mirror.
And I,
in a dark suit,
formal boots,
a tie the color of her eyes,
a pocket square the shade of her hair,
a boutonnière matching her dress,
and lipstick.
Hair trimmed and set.
A smile pinned in place.
Watching her look at me.
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