I feel I ought to apologize for going all sappy on you all today, but this is how it came to me this morning… 🙂
Photo Copyright – John Nixon
The Perfect Dress
Times are tough when a lady sells her wedding dress, but they’d eaten through the leanest of months. He stared at the gown in the thrift store window – the same one, down to the wine stain on the hem, that she’d worn half a century earlier.
She’d always said there was no sense in wasting money on fancy clothes, but it was only $50. He’d always said one ceremony was enough, but maybe it was time.
It overwhelmed Esther’s withered frame, but her eyes shone as brightly as they had half a century earlier when Ike leaned down to kiss his bride.
AND, for the sake of redeeming myself after the sap above, here’s a bonus story based on the same photo:
Always the Bride
There was a certain genius in his plan. She was on display, forever the bride she so longed to be, and he was free to water his grass in peace. So long as her children didn’t come looking for her – and they hadn’t visited in all the years she’d been his neighbor – he was in the clear. Even if they did ask questions, he’d been found innocent of sorcery years ago.
He tapped the last of her essence from his cane and shuffled out the door of the thrift store.
“Always the bride,” he chuckled to himself.
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