Personal Narrative: Part 2: Play
Part 2: Play
(The bride walks down the aisle towards her husband. The distance from the entrance of the church to the altar seems abnormally long. A cold drop of sweat rushes down along her spine. The flowers she is holding are visibly shaking as she slowly passes by the smiling onlookers. Her heartbeat is louder than her footsteps. She tries to breathe through her mouth to supply the now seemingly inadequate oxygen to her body. It is clear she is scared. Her mother, Mrs. Stones, realizes this and comes forth to meet her, holds her hand and squeezes it gently. Finally they arrive at the altar and her mother hands her over to her husband)
Priest: We are glad you are finally here. We had begun to wonder if you had changed your mind. Should we
(The bride walks down the aisle towards her husband. The distance from the entrance of the church to the altar seems abnormally long. A cold drop of sweat rushes down along her spine. The flowers she is holding are visibly shaking as she slowly passes by the smiling onlookers. Her heartbeat is louder than her footsteps. She tries to breathe through her mouth to supply the now seemingly inadequate oxygen to her body. It is clear she is scared. Her mother, Mrs. Stones, realizes this and comes forth to meet her, holds her hand and squeezes it gently. Finally they arrive at the altar and her mother hands her over to her husband)
Priest: We are glad you are finally here. We had begun to wonder if you had changed your mind. Should we