Short Story

#9 Dream

Sometimes you see an image
and you know it’s perfect for your story.
This is Kevin’s pic from No Theme Thursday: 10.17.24
and here is my story.

Ā© Kevin @ No Theme Thursday

Chin raised slightly displaying her elegant neck. Tresses of twinkling ebony flowing behind her in the crystal twilight. She closed her eyes in a double fantasy dream-like trance. He inhaled the intoxicating aroma of gardenias in her hair and traced her perfect ear with his mouth. Her arms caressed his upper back while his hands slid down hers and he pulled her closer. They swayed across the dance floor to the smooth rhythm of John Lennon’s ā€œ#9 Dreamā€ – their first dance together as husband and wife.Ā 

It poured like cats and dogs on their wedding day – the old adage of a long and happy marriage.Ā Could this be reality, their happily-ever-after? Dreams in a teenage girl’s bedroom realized?Ā 

Something old: her grandmother’s embroidered handkerchief in his jacket pocket. Something new: the minuscule miracle of life growing inside her. Something borrowed: her mother’s diamond earrings. Something blue: her sapphire and diamond wedding band. 

The MC made the introduction to the guests of the new Mr. & Mrs. and invited everyone to join them on the dance floor. The photographer snapped shot after shot of the stunning couple – she in her exquisite gown of Scottish lace and he in a perfectly fitted, custom-tailored tuxedo. 

It was the magical night everyone intrinsically knew was meant to be – their #9 dream come true.Ā 

NAR©2024

This is ā€œ#9 Dreamā€ by John Lennon

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