‘You’re a beautiful bride,’ William said.
Lily swished her train, the beading sparkled in the light. ‘You don’t think it’s too…..’.
‘You look stunning.’
‘I can hardly breathe.’ Lily ran a finger around the bodice, tried to ease it away from her ribs.
‘You look beautiful.’
‘I don’t, I’m……’
‘Not seeing what I see.’
William smiled. ‘Ready to renew our vows?’
Lily took his hand. Kissed the lined and baggy skin.
‘Are you sure I don’t look ridiculous? Too old?’
‘I don’t see you looking any different to the day you first wore it forty years ago.’ William said. ‘I just see you.’
Written for Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt.
My inspiration this week came from the buildings in the photo. How some places we visit can appear frozen in time, untouched by modern living (not a McDonalds in sight)! I thought of a loving husband who never notices his wife’s lines, her grey hairs, she looks the same as she always has to him.