Paths

Friday, October 20, 2006

I'm slouched behind the counter, stifling yawn #184372 of the day, when I hear the clacking of stiletto heels across the floor of the mall. I look up to see a flurry of white satin - a wedding dress. The bride is accompanied by another lady, perhaps a sister or a friend, and they've stopped to fumble with the train, right outside the entrance of our shop, and squarely within my line of vision.
I watch as they attempt to find the best way to move on without trampling and possibly tripping over the dress. My eyes immediately travel up to the bride's face, as I try to imagine what is going through her mind. This is what most people deem the biggest day of their lives. Is it the happiest day of hers? Is she in love with the man she's about to meet at the end of that aisle? Does she feel beautiful in that white dress?

The sister (I've decided), gathers up the train, and off they go in a somewhat hurried manner. Soon they're out of sight, my imagination runs out of road, and I am once again just the apathetic girl behind the counter.

Mental soundtrack: Elbow - Scattered Black and Whites

8:05 PM :: ::