RemembeRED: Lifting the Veil

Our heels clicked on the wood; one by one we descended the stairs.

Two sets of French Manicured toes peeked out beneath dresses that swished around our ankles as we matched our heartbeats.

Our fingers held tightly to one another’s.

My view through the ivory tulle was glistening; gauzy and shimmering with promise as we stepped onto the silky white runner.

Carried forward on a wave of love we glided up to meet him.

And I stood; past and future each lifted a side of the blusher while the sunlight streamed in.

One hand let go, as another reached.

She gave me away.

Your memoir prompt this week comes from Assistant Editor Galit.
Conjure
Writing short posts is an excellent way to flex your word choice muscles. Which word is the most clear? Poignant? Direct?
This week I want you to conjure something.
An object, a person, a feeling, a color, a season- whatever you like.
But don’t tell me what it is, conjure it.



34 thoughts on “RemembeRED: Lifting the Veil”

  1. I would've loved to have been there and experience your happy moment, Kir!  *sigh* a bride's veil… one of the most romantic things ever invented, I think ;) 

    Such a joyous, heartwarming depiction there, girlfriend.

    Much love!

  2. I love the underlying feeling of excited anticipation that I get from your piece.
    I so wanted my mother to give me away with my Dad and she wouldn't do it I was really disappointed by that.
    Loved this

  3. Aw. I love this so much. What a wonderful post and memory with your mother. Amazing how much 100 words can say, isn't it? 

  4. First, thank you for this gorgeous comment, it made me smile. My dad was deceased, and my mom is "my other half" so it was a perfect moment….she and I are never really apart. ;)

  5. I love the imagery of your matching pedicures marching towards your future.  The photo at the end was exactly what I had pictured through your words.  Love it.

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