Fill: Challenge #336 (DW)
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tenminutesadayOkay, my Real Ten Minutes is going to be the next bit of the previous challenge, so it's starting with the final paragraph copy/pasted in, then me typing in the DW editor. Here goes.
And that hat. I told her, lose the hat, I said. She promised not to wear that hat. And yet, look at her! Does she have to ruin everything? Suppressing a petulant grumble, she glanced down at her father's hand on her arm. That was wrong, too. She re-linked their arms, correctly this time, and patted his hand, reassuring him with a smile as the pipe organ above them played the first chords of the "Bridal Chorus". She took a deep breath, then stepped forward with her father.
She basked in the adoration as they inched up the aisle, taking a single step every two seconds. After all, this was her day, and for these few moments, she was Queen of the World, on display to the masses as she proceeded to meet her King. June, the secretary of Mum's club, cooed at her while Aunt Marie, one of Dad's distant cousins, mopped at her eyes with a lacy kerchief. And Nerys, of course. The ultimate loser. Got you this time, finally! Lance is mine! She spotted Keith Moore, off on one side, almost hidden behind Lance's Uncle Morris. That wanker, dated and dumped her a decade past. What's he doing here? She flashed him a smug smile. See what you're missing? Too late for you, sunshine!
The crowd around her swirled in a golden haze and she blinked hard to clear it; she couldn't ruin her perfect day with a sudden faint. A glance at her husband-to-be nearly stopped her heart: he stared slack-jawed at her as the brightness around her built.
(Okay, this is time. But I want to finish the scene, so....)
The crowd around her swirled in a golden haze and she blinked hard to clear it; she couldn't ruin her perfect day with a sudden faint. A glance at her husband-to-be nearly stopped her heart: he stared slack-jawed at her as the brightness around her built. Everything around her began to fade, and she screamed. No! What's happening? This can't be happening! This is my wedding! Mine!
Darkness enveloped her, but she was still fully aware and awake, then suddenly she was staring at blue double doors. She was not walking down the aisle in St Mary's, and her father was not on her arm. Her perfect day, her lifelong dream, was gone. Someone is going to pay for this!
"What?"
She spun at the exclamation behind her and squeaked her surprise. A tall, pasty-faced man stared back at her, his frown evidence that he was as confused as she. His slick pinstripe suit, far too tight for decency or fashion, compounded his shady demeanour.
"What?" he repeated.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"But..."
The man, however, wasn't the strangest thing here, she realised. He stood in front of a table... thing, covered with controls and buttons and topped by a glass... other thing, all in this weird, cavernous room with great branching... columns, pillars... whatever. None of it made any sense. "Where am I?"
"What?"
Apparently the man didn't keep any brains in that too-thin body. "What is this place?"
And that hat. I told her, lose the hat, I said. She promised not to wear that hat. And yet, look at her! Does she have to ruin everything? Suppressing a petulant grumble, she glanced down at her father's hand on her arm. That was wrong, too. She re-linked their arms, correctly this time, and patted his hand, reassuring him with a smile as the pipe organ above them played the first chords of the "Bridal Chorus". She took a deep breath, then stepped forward with her father.
She basked in the adoration as they inched up the aisle, taking a single step every two seconds. After all, this was her day, and for these few moments, she was Queen of the World, on display to the masses as she proceeded to meet her King. June, the secretary of Mum's club, cooed at her while Aunt Marie, one of Dad's distant cousins, mopped at her eyes with a lacy kerchief. And Nerys, of course. The ultimate loser. Got you this time, finally! Lance is mine! She spotted Keith Moore, off on one side, almost hidden behind Lance's Uncle Morris. That wanker, dated and dumped her a decade past. What's he doing here? She flashed him a smug smile. See what you're missing? Too late for you, sunshine!
The crowd around her swirled in a golden haze and she blinked hard to clear it; she couldn't ruin her perfect day with a sudden faint. A glance at her husband-to-be nearly stopped her heart: he stared slack-jawed at her as the brightness around her built.
(Okay, this is time. But I want to finish the scene, so....)
The crowd around her swirled in a golden haze and she blinked hard to clear it; she couldn't ruin her perfect day with a sudden faint. A glance at her husband-to-be nearly stopped her heart: he stared slack-jawed at her as the brightness around her built. Everything around her began to fade, and she screamed. No! What's happening? This can't be happening! This is my wedding! Mine!
Darkness enveloped her, but she was still fully aware and awake, then suddenly she was staring at blue double doors. She was not walking down the aisle in St Mary's, and her father was not on her arm. Her perfect day, her lifelong dream, was gone. Someone is going to pay for this!
"What?"
She spun at the exclamation behind her and squeaked her surprise. A tall, pasty-faced man stared back at her, his frown evidence that he was as confused as she. His slick pinstripe suit, far too tight for decency or fashion, compounded his shady demeanour.
"What?" he repeated.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"But..."
The man, however, wasn't the strangest thing here, she realised. He stood in front of a table... thing, covered with controls and buttons and topped by a glass... other thing, all in this weird, cavernous room with great branching... columns, pillars... whatever. None of it made any sense. "Where am I?"
"What?"
Apparently the man didn't keep any brains in that too-thin body. "What is this place?"