Umber (23.1 — Agnes’ Story)
May 23, 2012 § Leave a comment
No one seemed to notice the quiet warnings echoing from the niches in my church. Those few persons who sat in the pews were only aware of the candles flaring and flickering. The groom fidgeted nervously. His two sisters sat in the very back, conversing in loud whispers. The priest stood in front of the altar. The bride’s sister came down the aisle, her face contorted with shuddering sobs.
The bride, small and graceful, stopped halfway down the aisle, her eyes darting around the sanctuary. She stood still for a moment, as if she were listening. She shook her head to clear it, then resumed her walk to the front of the church.