There was raining pouring through the gaps of the white and yellow tents.
There was a square-one layer grocery store specialty made cake. I didn’t bother to read what was transcribed on the culinary masterpiece.
There was no floor. There were rented chair covers that were getting soiled from the mud. There were to women getting their heels stuck in mud, trying to get to their seats.
Flash to an older gentlemen in a classic black and white tuxedo. With a fog machine. And a strobe light. There were cheesy 80’s rock ballads.
There was a very formal boyfriend in a white tuxedo and I tell him that I can’t. Not like this. There were sighs of relief.
There were two people, very underdressed, on their own special day. There were favorite old tee shirts and jeans. “Is this the worst wedding you’ve ever been to or what?!” There was laughter.
Then I opened my eyes.
This is the worst prompt I have because it gets the worst writing, but I refuse to drop it because I keep thinking it has potential and that I'll get something better than a crappy dream with a 'surprise' ending.
ReplyDeleteAnd so, it seems I've been waiting for you and this piece, which I like very much--not a dream so much as dreamlike and not an ending a reader can be too sure about which is the kind of distancing I encourage in 162.
Good writing forces the reader to re-think, re-read, and then speculate--not because the writing is confusing but because it's playful.
Nice piece!
Thank you so much. I read your comment and it gave my the confidence to finish this theme; because the first prompt ended up being so confusing (to write and to read). I really appreciate it. Thank you again.
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