| General Non-Fiction posted January 31, 2025 |
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One of the family stories
Wedding Day
by Claire Tennant
I once heard a story relating to wedded bliss. All was prepared for the big day. It was likely to be cold, given it was a Scottish winter. All the blokes in the family or part of the wedding party were instructed to wear white skivvies under their shirts, and the bride and her attendant could not possibly only wear frilly underwear and expect warmth.
"Why not, Mum? I spent a fortune on this outfit?"
"It's going to be cold, love."
"So?"
The mother of the bride was determined and feisty but also had a touch of humour.
"Okay, do what you please, but I would not like to be the one to hear someone say, 'Look at the white bride with the blue nose!'"
As predicted, not only was the weather cold, but rain threatened. The bride was busy taking accolades from the neighbours and loving being a Princess for the day. Scottish brides are subconsciously prepared for rain, but in this instance, it did as it was told, raining only when the father of the bride and the bride herself were in the hired car or like the guests inside the church.
At last, they reached their destination. Photographs were taken, and the sun behaved itself. The organist was performing a Mozart sonata, a prelude to the bride's chosen entry piece.
Just when the bride was ready to step into the church, rather than hearing the familiar 'Here Comes The Bride', she heard her brother scream.
"STOP!"
"What's wrong?" asked the bride of her somewhat stressed helper.
"I can't get the tape recorder to work."
The father of the bride gave him instructions. Meanwhile, the bride tried to smile at the situation, resisting the temptation to punch her big brother on the nose.
That bride was my Mum.
"Why not, Mum? I spent a fortune on this outfit?"
"It's going to be cold, love."
"So?"
The mother of the bride was determined and feisty but also had a touch of humour.
"Okay, do what you please, but I would not like to be the one to hear someone say, 'Look at the white bride with the blue nose!'"
As predicted, not only was the weather cold, but rain threatened. The bride was busy taking accolades from the neighbours and loving being a Princess for the day. Scottish brides are subconsciously prepared for rain, but in this instance, it did as it was told, raining only when the father of the bride and the bride herself were in the hired car or like the guests inside the church.
At last, they reached their destination. Photographs were taken, and the sun behaved itself. The organist was performing a Mozart sonata, a prelude to the bride's chosen entry piece.
Just when the bride was ready to step into the church, rather than hearing the familiar 'Here Comes The Bride', she heard her brother scream.
"STOP!"
"What's wrong?" asked the bride of her somewhat stressed helper.
"I can't get the tape recorder to work."
The father of the bride gave him instructions. Meanwhile, the bride tried to smile at the situation, resisting the temptation to punch her big brother on the nose.
That bride was my Mum.
Stop writing prompt entry
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Writing Prompt Write a story of any type. But at some point your character must shout: Stop! |
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