I thought I’d take a little break from my alphabet posts and take up a challenge I found at andyswords&pictures.wordpress.com/2.
Sounds like fun, so here goes my first attempt. The word is distance.
Knowing this would be our last walk, he offered his arm and placing my hand on it, I felt him tremble slightly. I wondered if he could hear my own rapidly beating heart, but he seemed not to notice, maintaining a rigid gaze forward as we stepped carefully along the flower strewn path. Those blue eyes of his gave no indication of what he was thinking, but my thoughts were of all the other walks we had taken and how secure I always felt just holding his hand . The distance was not far and arriving at the end of the path he paused and I continued several steps, stopped and waited for the question, “Who giveth this woman in marriage?” My father dutifully said the words he had probably been rehearsing all the way down the aisle, “I do”.