Hey guys! I'm so, so, so sorry that I couldn't post yesterday for my weekly writing day. Wednesday's are the worst for me so I'm going to have to plan better. I'm sorry for that, though. So, today we prompt! I got this one from my creative writing class. It was quite fun!
Prompt Forty-Eight- POV Switch
First your mission is to write about an embarrassing, sad, or extremely happy moment in your life. Write a short paragraph about it. Then switch POVs to someone else who was there and write the same exact story from their perspective.
I was nervously pacing the inside of the church. My maid of honor whispered, "I see him." Excited, I rushed to the high window, careful to remain hidden behind the flowing, white curtain. I watched as my future husband turned his back towards where I'd exit. A thick oak tree was beside him and he reached towards it for support. My little flower girl, Grace, giggle at Chris' theatrics.
The groomsmen came into the church to wait with my girls while Chris and I would finally get to see each other for the first time.
"It's time," our photographer said, pulling open the wide double door. My stomach plummeted and instantly, I felt my hands dampen. I swallowed the mammoth sized lump lodged in my throat, picked up my just-a-little too long dress and descended towards my fiancee.
I had been told what to do, so i knew my role--but hearing and actually doing are completely different. I could barely get my feet to move, let alone close the expansive distance between us.
But eventually I made it and I paused right behind him. I could hear his breath, a slight intake of air the second he knew i was there. I tapped his shoulder as the photographer said, "Okay."
He stared at me for what felt like hours. It was as if we were in our own bubble--hidden from the real world.
"Go this way," the photographer told me. I hurriedly stepped behind her and assumed my position next to the large tree. My heart started thrumming, the pulse making my neck move, I'm sure.
Before I knew it, I heard the footsteps of my bride to be. Her presence did nothing to slow down my rapid pulse--instead, it skyrocketed. I idly wondered if the temperature did as well. I hope that I'm not sweating through my suit.
"Okay," I heard the photographer whisper to Taylor. I almost questions what the 'okay' was in reference to, but Taylor's hand on my shoulder shuts me up.
Slowly, I turned. My heart stopped in my chest and it was almost as if the world froze. I could hear the click clicks of the photographers camera, but in the courtyard it was just us.
"Hey," she said shyly.
"Hey," I answered and I couldn't wait another second. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her. It was as if the moment was ours-- a private, peaceful moment on what will probably be the busiest day of our lives. And it was just for us.