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Previous Challenge Entry (EDITOR'S CHOICE)
Topic: Curiosity Killed the Cat (10/10/13)

TITLE: Something Blue
By Beth LaBuff
10/16/13
~7th Place


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The bluster of autumn coaxed multi-hued leaves to exercise independence. Their freedom gained as they drifted away from mother-maple that birthed them in her vernal bough. She had nourished them through the scorching summer solstice and held them fast through the chill of the autumnal equinox that wrought changes to their hues. Their descent did not go unnoticed by the assembled group. Hazy shadows were cast on amber glass chapel windows.


Oh Promise Me! wheezed from the pipe organ. Whispers ceased as friends and relatives watched when a slightly graying woman attired in a simple saffron-colored dress was escorted past rows of beribboned pews and seated in the front.


How many times did I try that woman’s patience? “Some things you should never mess with,” she often chided me. At times, I think I could benefit from signs, “Don’t Touch!” or “Think first!” And didn’t I have a bad feeling about that old wooden box? It should have remained in the cellar. Today, it would be more appropriate if they substituted the sultry melody of Perry Como’s “Temptation” for the nuptial tune “Oh Promise Me!”


Somewhere near the back of the chapel a baby fussed. Slow unhurried chords from Pachelbel’s Canon cued the next part of the ceremony. Young women garbed in empire-waisted, cinnamon-toned dresses stepped with a measured gait. Each beautifully manicured pair of hands clasped a single sunflower.


I’d never seen the musty wooden box before. It was, of course, locked. Foreign characters, perhaps some language, were burned into the wood. The hinges and latch appeared to be bronze. Once everyone had left for the day, I carted it up the stairs. My curiosity swirled in a vortex; I feverishly pondered what might lurk inside. No amount of pressure on the latch released the lock. Why couldn’t I have waited another week before being captivated by the intrigue that precipitated this latest escapade? Then it started again; that recurring rhyme reverberating in my head, “Something old, something new...”


A white-eyelet-dressed pixie sashayed as her arm swayed to and fro spreading ochre and burnt sienna colored petals on the pristine carpet runner.

Then came that stellar moment; the one that brought pride to those who bore me. Not! Curiosity won out over foreboding. I yielded to temptation in the form of a blue ball-point pen. I forced the pen-point into the lock, twisting it, pushing against any resistance. How ironic; my epitaph now penned, “Something old, something new, something borrowed…” The pen exploded, all over my two-days-before-the-wedding left hand, ring finger and all. Splotches of blue ink became a permanent indigo marquee that heralds my folly.


The pipe’s breathy strains of “Lohengrin’s Chorus” wafted through the chapel. I saw my mother stand. My right hand entwined through my father’s arm. The guests in attendance saw a grown, responsible young woman dressed in a gown adorned with white Chantilly lace. Ochre and burnt sienna petals polka-dotted my path. My spreading bouquet of Queen Anne’s lace and sunflowers secreted the not-so-autumnal-colored smirches on my left hand. My eyes sought the front where my groom waited, beaming, and for a few moments I fancied I heard a refrain from “My Blue Heaven.”

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Verna Cole Mitchell 10/17/13
What absolutely lovely prose/poetry--each scene clearly etched in brilliant color. I loved the flow of the bride's thoughts. This is a winner for me--for sure.
Francy Judge10/18/13
I enjoyed this creative story very much. The format worked, intertwining the ceremony with her thoughts, and your descriptions are beautiful and poetic.
Noel Mitaxa 10/19/13
Love the pictures and insights that flow through this, though I can't let the humour go unnoticed either. Clever, creative treatment of the topic, though I must ask about the missing cat. Was it killed already?
Or lion down of sight?
Or dressed for a fitness class in a leo-pard?
Or are you inferring that one member of the wedding party was a cheetah?
Apart from these vitally- unimportant questions, I thoroughly enjoyed the read.
Well done.
Ellen Carr 10/19/13
What a creative way to deal with the topic. You did so very well. I like the fact that the blue was the ink, hidden on her wedding day. Just curious - what was in the box? Well done!
CD Swanson 10/21/13
Very well done and told. This was a clever piece and an excellent way to approach the topic at hand.
Wow there are so many good entries this week... I'm so glad I didn't enter! LOL

God bless~
CD Swanson 10/24/13
Congratulations! God bless~
Nancy Bucca 10/24/13
Wow! What a clever way you have with words; elegance from beginning to end. Congratulations a well deserved win.
Leola Ogle 10/24/13
Beautiful, Beth! I love it start to finish. Excellent job, dear lady,congratulations and God bless!
Charla Diehl 10/29/13
I enjoyed how the ongoing thoughts overplayed what was playing out in the moment. The box certainly aroused my curiosity and you leave us all hanging as to what was inside. Congratulations on your EC placement with this deserving entry.
Bea Edwards 10/31/13
Something Blue indeed-hehehe.

Fabulous way to give the topic
an hilarious twist.

Nicely done!!