This week, the stimulus was ‘…the air was expectant…’. What better then, to write about the wedding I was at yesterday
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A hush decended over the gathered crowd of family and friends as the vicar made his way to the front of the church. The organist took this as his cue, and fell silent from the chilled music he had been improvising.
The air was expectant as they all turned to face the door, longing for a first glimpse of the bride. They waited, and they waited. The photographer was taking his time, photos in the car, in the churchyard, walking to the door…
Finally, at last, shadows appeared in the doorway, the organist launched into a well known march and she appeared, looking beautiful.
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