Thursday, June 28, 2012
Thursday Tales: June 17th
June 17th. This was the day that she and Landon had selected for their wedding date, and June 17th was today.
Dalia thought back to the day she had first met Landon. The sun had shone that day, but despite the sunshine, a spring rain had fallen. She had sat in a crowded coffeeshop, her college books strewn around her as she studied, when a handsome young man with brown hair that curled just so over his forehead asked if he could sit with her. That had been the beginning. He had smiled down at her, and her heart had been lost.
She stood now and let the robe fall from her shoulders. Stepping naked to the dress, she shimmied into it, once more revelling in the way the fabric slid over her skin. She stepped into the matching shoes. Then, she sat on the bed and waited.
A knock on the door sounded, and her sister's voice asked, "Dally? Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," she answered. "Come in."
The door cracked, and her sister Kelly peeked in. "Oh Dally," her eyes widened. "You can't wear that. You just... you can't."
Dalia stepped to the mirror, placed a black veil atop her head, and answered quietly. "I bought it for today. I will wear it for today." She stepped past her sister without a glance and left the room.
June 17th was also the day of Landon's funeral.