Recently, a friend of mine challenged me to write a three hundred word story or less to a picture she sent to me. Despite all the excuses i put up, she did not back down and after a while i took up the challenge. After staring at the picture for a long time, an idea came and I scribbled down something. The first draft was about 500 words long. I had to embark on the arduous task of trimming it down. In the process i learnt a thing or two about editing (which will be story for another day). So, I managed to get the word count to 300 words.
So I am sharing the story with you and the picture.
“Hurry up, we are going to be late” that was Sade, my chief bridesmaid.
I was supposed to be the more eager party but somehow I was weighed down. Rather than feeling excited at what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, I was filled with terror.
I needed to pray. I felt it deeply.
“Sade, I- ”
“What now? ” she gave me an inpatient look
“Nothing” I said.
She softened and moved closer to me ” Babes, it will be fine”
I exhaled and smiled at her.
In the car I called my husband to be, Tunde. He didn’t pick. My heartbeat picked up. I called again and still he didn’t pick. Beads of sweat were forming on my brow.
“Something is wrong,” I said to Sade “Tunde is not picking his phone”
The phone rang and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Baby, I’m sorry I missed your call. I put it in silence so that we could pray. I felt that strong urge as we were about to leave the hotel room and I told the boys, so we did a joint prayer holding hands. We are on our way now”
At the church, everything was set. Still I couldn’t shake that feeling of dread. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I called the girls together and asked them to pray with me.
“Let’s form a circle around her” that was Sade.
Sometimes during the prayers, I started to weep, heart-wrenching cries and then there was peace.
Tunde was late. Very late.
When he showed up, it was in a taxi and he looked ruffled.
“I’m sorry I’m late” he smiled ruefully “I had to find an alternative means of transport after our car skidded off the road and hit a transformer”
What do you think? Can you write a 300 word story to the picture prompt? If you do, just post a link in the comment box and share it.