I often find great beginnings with no endings and wonder if they are worth continuing. With so many projects on the go and so little time I thought I'd share with you here and see what you think. It has no title yet:
The sunlight reflected in your eyes as your pumps left shallow depressions in the moist ground. The man you chose to marry was awaiting your arrival and was more than anxious to see you approach. Marshall stood with his best man and his best friend dressed in tuxedos, coloured black with silver accents. Their faces so serious as they made small talk with the minister as they waited.
You dreamt of this day for so long but learned to dread it just recently. Your hair was pinned up despite Marshall’s demands, your day was planned to go as closely to your dreams as possible. Your shoulder length hair was swept up to ensure family could envy your late grandmothers heirloom earrings. The pair was never seen in your dreams; your mind wouldn’t accept the death of your grandmother. You were so close with her you still can’t grasp her absence without bringing tears to your eyes.
Not wanting to ruin your makeup today, the tears would rest in your eyes. Your sister applied your perfect façade of make up while you adorned your own mask. The mask was to cover your internal scarring; the rouges and the pinks were hiding the age of the mask.