I'm a big believer in the Butterfly Effect. If you're not familiar with the concept, it goes something like this: A butterfly flutters it's wings on one side of the Earth and that flutter causes an effect here. If you could walk a mile in my shoes, you'd understand why I believe in this. I would be a much different person if I had taken a left instead of that right at Albuquerque (yes, I reference Looney Toons). I wouldn't be the woman I am now if it hadn't been for the people I've met along my journey.
Write about the most beautiful smile you've seen:
It lights up the darkest day. It’s slow and easy. It comes all at once. His full lips pull back, the corners of his mouth making beautiful creases. The kind of creases that make a woman’s heart flutter and her breath catch. The smile reaches his amazing bourbon colored eyes, making them dance with mischief. In one swift move, that smile can go from friendly and easygoing to predatory and sexy. It should require a conceal and carry permit for him to have a smile like that. It is more dangerous than any gun can be. This is the kind of smile that makes a woman’s silky flowered boyshorts drop at less than 20 paces. It is charming and charismatic. It makes her heart skip a beat…or five. It reassures her that all is right in the world. It brings a smile to her face simply with a flash of those pearly whites. It also tells her just how much he desires her hands on him and how he can hardly wait to get her alone. It is the most beautiful and dangerous thing that man can give her. He never hesitates to give her a smile to carry with her throughout her entire day. “Lethal beauty” is the best way to describe the smile that brightens every corner of her world. That smile is her everything.
From what I've been told, this piece requires a tissue or two. It has been said that I need to warn you beforehand. Consider this your fair warning.
Write about a white dress:
The color of snow falling on a moonlit night, her dress
sparkled in the twinkling lights. It had been specially chosen for this occasion.
She had spent hours searching for the perfection that embodied this dress. She
was absolutely certain of that perfection as she stepped into the silk and lace
confection. It slid across her skin without snagging and fit her like a glove.
The crispness of the color felt as cool to the touch as the icicles hanging
from the storefront’s signage. When the sales clerk had slid it into the bag
for her to carry home, a smile crossed her pink lips.
She hung it on her closet door, kicked off her shoes, and
poured herself a glass of whiskey, then settled in to admire her purchase. So
many thoughts danced through her head as the candlelight in her bedroom played
with the sheen of the dress. She curled up in a ball at the foot of her bed,
pulling her cashmere blanket around her. Tears pooled in her eyes and fell
silently onto the arm she had under her head.
The next morning dawned bright and beautiful. The sunlight
sparkled on the freshly fallen snow as she prepared herself for her day. Her
hair and make-up must be perfect. Her body was lotioned and scented with the
musky patchouli scent everyone associated with her. She decided to let her hair
fall softly on her shoulders instead of putting it up like she usually did. At
the last moment, she stepped into her white dress and poofed the skirt in the
mirror, twirling slightly as she used to do as a child. She slipped her feet
into her wedges and admired herself in the mirror. Sunlight bounced off the
ring she wore on her left hand, creating a rainbow of color as she stood there.
She chose a red rose from the vase of flowers that sat on her dining room table
as she walked out the door.
The church was packed with people when she arrived. She
checked her make-up one last time before she climbed out of her car, red rose
clutched in her hand. She smiled up at the sunshine as she climbed the steps
into the church. She took a deep breath and opened the massive oak doors. The
foyer smelled of candle wax and furniture polish. She hung her coat on the rack
outside the sanctuary. The ushers nodded to her as they opened the door. Music
she had chosen specifically for this day played as she walked down the aisle.
Whispers were murmured as she passed. Heads nodded. She kept her head held high
as she walked on to where he waited for her.
When she reached him, she bent slightly to kiss his cheek.
“I’m sorry I took so long, but I wanted to look perfect for you. I promised you
the next time we were in a church that I’d wear a white dress. I just thought
I’d be saying “I do” instead of “Goodbye.” She laid the red rose in his cold
hands, wiped a tear from her eye, and took her seat.
Please feel free to share your thoughts. My muse is teasing me and allowing my writing to become stronger...at least, I think so.
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