by Suzanne Lieurance
Here’s today’s story starter with photo for Day 20 of this month’s Daily Writing Prompt Challenge.
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Daily Writing Prompt Challenge – Day 20
She knew she looked like a runaway bridesmaid on horseback, but she didn’t care.
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She knew she looked like a runaway bridesmaid on horseback, but she didn’t care. Brynn couldn’t watch her best friend make the biggest mistake of her life. Barron was a bully. He didn’t deserve Clarice, and all Brynn wanted was to stop this debacle from taking place. But somehow, she didn’t think this distraction was going to be enough to prevent this disaster. Barron would insist that the show must go on.
She knew she looked like a runaway bridesmaid on horseback, but she didn’t care. It was the least she could do for her dying grandfather. To see their only granddaughter in a wedding gown before he passed was really her grandmother’s request.
“Sure, why not?” she’d slurred after drinking too many martinis.
She didn’t expect Gram to take her serious, but she did, and true to form created a full event around her lapse of judgement.
“I might as well enjoy this,” Gram chided, “It might be my only chance to see you like this.”
She muttered to herself, “Probably my only chance too.”
She knew she looked like a runaway bridesmaid on horseback, but she didn’t care. She was scared. Her finance was abusive and she didn’t have the heart to tell him to his face that she didn’t want to be with him. So, she decided that maybe she should ride off all alone. As she was riding away, further and further, she was less scared and finally she felt free and light.
She knew she looked like a runaway bridesmaid on horseback, but she didn’t care.
You only get ONE senior prom, and she wasn’t going to miss it. She didn’t have a date and the family car was in the shop but that wouldn’t stop her either.
Sarah mounted her horse, held her shoes in one hand, and headed off in the direction of the high school gym.
She knew she looked like a runaway bridesmaid on horseback, but she didn’t care. She had to get away – now. She could not go through with this farce. It wasn’t right and she could not be part of it without saying something. But she had been warned not to breathe a word about what she knew. How in the world was she going to face her best friend after this?