Wedding
The rusty-hinged leaden door creaked open as Richard dragged his lifeless self inside his dingy little cabin now affectionately known as his second home.
“After all the training we’ve been through, is it really too much to ask for them to spruce this place up a bit?” The same thought raced through his mind ever since he first entered his sorry excuse for a room three months ago.
He lugged himself towards the porthole and pried it open with his bone weary fingers before plunking his 6 feet frame down on a chair that never looked out of place. The heady scent of a brewing storm, of power and of salt fills the room. Richard’s nose twitched. After 3 months out in his maiden voyage, his nose has yet to acclimatize to the luscious scent of the sea.
Richard guided his hand towards the delicate etchings of the drawer handle, tugging it ever so lightly for fear that it may break. Rummaging through his personal trove, he heedfully pinched the polaroid picture by the edge and rested it on the well-weathered oak tabletop. A petite lady with raven black hair tied up in a neat ponytail, dressed in a stunning milky wedding dress, grinning from ear to ear as she grasps the hand of a smartly dressed Richard in a jet black tuxedo. With the beckoning sun setting in the background illuminating the whole scene, the picture could have been made an extract from Her World – Wedding Edition. Right below the picture, written in a deep crimson graceful script communicates “Forever and Always”, concluding with an equally wondrous and almost unintelligible signature – Ginny. To top it all off, the tittle of the “i” was replaced with a heart shaped scribble coloured in with the same gel
“After all the training we’ve been through, is it really too much to ask for them to spruce this place up a bit?” The same thought raced through his mind ever since he first entered his sorry excuse for a room three months ago.
He lugged himself towards the porthole and pried it open with his bone weary fingers before plunking his 6 feet frame down on a chair that never looked out of place. The heady scent of a brewing storm, of power and of salt fills the room. Richard’s nose twitched. After 3 months out in his maiden voyage, his nose has yet to acclimatize to the luscious scent of the sea.
Richard guided his hand towards the delicate etchings of the drawer handle, tugging it ever so lightly for fear that it may break. Rummaging through his personal trove, he heedfully pinched the polaroid picture by the edge and rested it on the well-weathered oak tabletop. A petite lady with raven black hair tied up in a neat ponytail, dressed in a stunning milky wedding dress, grinning from ear to ear as she grasps the hand of a smartly dressed Richard in a jet black tuxedo. With the beckoning sun setting in the background illuminating the whole scene, the picture could have been made an extract from Her World – Wedding Edition. Right below the picture, written in a deep crimson graceful script communicates “Forever and Always”, concluding with an equally wondrous and almost unintelligible signature – Ginny. To top it all off, the tittle of the “i” was replaced with a heart shaped scribble coloured in with the same gel