This one was another Jimmie prompt, but to add a level of complexity I was challenged to write a happy story, rather than a sad one. It was actually quite difficult for me, so I am thinking I am going to stick to happies for for few of these and hopefully develop that a little more. Stay tuned, dark and twisty will pop up from time to time….
She stood and stared out at the lake, her heels sinking a little into the damp earth. This, this was it, the perfect day. The air was cool and crisp, but warm enough that she wasn’t chilly in her dress. The wind was absent, leaving the lake placid and clear blue. All in all, a beautiful backdrop.
It had been a risk to do this outside in autumn, but there wasn’t a cloud in sight. It felt like the day was made for this, for her celebration.
The bench sat near the water, and she smiled as she thought of the pictures they would take there later today. The pictures that would sit on her mantle as a remembrance of the day everything had changed for the better.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but she pushed back her nerves. This was the right choice, the right person, at the right time. There had been bad times, and she had to kiss a lot of frogs to get here, but she had made it.
As she heard the string quartet start to play, Pachelbel’s Canon in d major, she smiled again. She turned to look at her father beside her. He stood proudly in his fitted suit. and held his arm out to her. This was it, the first day of the rest of her life.