Friday, July 8, 2011

I have no title ... My Red Dress post

Ava stood up and walked closer to the altar. It had only been a few weeks, but it felt like her wedding day was forever ago. She held her breath, stopping briefly to cross herself and close her eyes in prayer.

That simple movement, that single moment, one she'd done so many times before. And yet - this time - it meant so much more.


She glanced around, surprised at how few people had stayed after the service. Was it because she was there? Was it because of what happened? She shook her head softly, as if to brush away something. Those intrusive thoughts, perhaps. Or something else. The feeling that had been with her since the accident. That gnawing sense that someone was with her at all times. The reason that she turned around so often, open and expecting. Only to find herself alone, just as she had been moments before.


She continued to walk up the aisle. Spread out in front of her like blood, a red scroll of carpet lay leading her to the front of the church. She stepped timidly. Staring down at her white shoes. The rug leaped up at her, as if a splash of liquid. She flinched quite often, stopping to lean down to touch her shoes. To check and make sure she was imagining things.


And she was.


Wasn't she?


She made her way to the candles, each flickering in prayer for someone in pain. Someone hurting. Someone losing a battle with life. Each candle an example of someone who loved them. Someone who thought enough and hurt enough to stop and take a moment. She felt nervous. Anxious. Overwhelmed with the non-existent scent that wafted up from them. This was wrong. Shouldn't candles have a flavor to them? She felt herself smile. That's what they'd always said.


She leaned over to light one quietly. Quickly. But not quick enough.


"You don't belong here," she heard. A voice booming from the back of the church. Her skin prickled. She turned around to face her accuser.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'll go."

Eyes just like his stared back at her. Brimming with tears. From behind those, a second set. Different, and yet the same. Softer. More welcoming. Flowing tears, streaming down cheeks. Her brother-in-law. He put his arm around his mother and turned her into his embrace as they began to walk away.


She wanted to run after them. She had so much to say. She wiped her eyes with her hands. Her nose. And there it was. The blood. Again. Just like that morning. She took a deep breath and felt her body give out from under her. But then strong hands, arms, pulling her back. Keeping her from falling.


"Father ..." she whispered, as he led her to the pew.


"I'm so sorry, Ava. I'm so terribly sorry for your loss."


"I know," she whispered. "I know." Shaking her head she tried to form a sentence that would make sense. That would relieve her from this horrible pain. "It's all my fault," she cried out. "It's all my fault." Her sobbing drowned out anything he said in response. She did not want to hear his reassurance. His sympathies. His support. It was all her fault.


This week's Red Dress Club Prompt encouraged us to write about what we DON'T know ... and so ... I did.


12 comments:

Carrie said...

so, are you saying you DON'T know how Ava's husband died? And is Ava haunted by his ghost now?

This raises many questions so I hope you continue with some more back story.

Small critique: I don't think these should be two separate phrases. "She stepped timidly. Staring down at her white shoes."

{Stephanie}The Drama Mama said...

MORE MORE MORE. I'm not sure what the premise is here, but i want MORE. Please?

The visions of blood, scentless candles, I have an inkling, but nothing to confirm my thoughts. I like that you leave me guessing.

JDaniel4's Mom said...

This poor girl is having such a tough time of it.

Kelly said...

I have so many questions. Why did she feel responsible? How did he die? I want more. This was a teaser.

I liked this line: "each flickering in prayer for someone in pain"

Lex the mom said...

I can feel the grief. It's obvious there is an extreme loss. I do wonder why she feels so responsible. Thinking further, I can understand if she was at the wheel of a car (accident can be so many scenarios) and felt the accident was because of something she did. It doesn't feel like a car accident to me, though. I want to read more, too. I want to know about the family's anger at her.

Nice bit of writing. I'm happy to have stopped in. :)

Katie @ Chicken Noodle Gravy said...

The emotions here are very vivid and strong. The image or her imagining of the blood has me very curious, wondering exactly what happened and why she blames herself. The family's anger is very telling, too. There's so much here just below the surface. You do a great job of leaving the reader wanting more.

Stopping by from TRDC.

CDG @ Move Over Mary Poppins! said...

You have such descriptive language and the emotional landscape is rich and vivid.

I wish there was more of the story here... because there is a story here, grief and loss and something sinister and... other.

logyexpress.com said...

This is heartbreaking. I feel so bad for her, with the family's anger compounding her own grief and loss. But I wonder what else there is to the story...

Galit Breen said...

This one definitely has legs! So many questions to answer so get crackin! :)

I love the mysticism and air of mystery that surrounds this story.

Poor Ava, huh?

K Pugliano said...

Oooh, it is not often that I get goosebumps from reading something...but guess what?

The fact that you don't know, makes for an awesome story! I hope you continue this.

The Blue Zoo said...

I think this could really turn into something much longer!

Sorta Southern Single Mom said...

You do have a way of dropping us right into the middle, sucking us in, and leaving us wanting more!

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