This is in response to M’s fabulous prompts which you can see here. These used to be 101 words. Sometimes they still are, like this one. Sometimes not. They are often snippets, occasionally unfinished and sometimes simply the beginnings of something for another time. Mostly though they are just whatever the words inspire. This one goes with this one I did yesterday as I felt they went well together…
The sea of smiling faces turned as the doors opened slowly, the first strains of the organ playing.
She was a vision in white but all he could feel was rage. Rage at the thing inside her, the thing that bound him to her. Rage at how they valued nothing but money, and who saw him as merely another thing to be possessed.
She smiled at her sister as she approached, another vacuous thing living only to please daddy. “I should bend her over” he thought to himself smiling.
The music stopped as she took his hand.
“You look beautiful darling.”
You look beautiful