The prompt this week for the Weekly Writing Challenge is this photograph:
The day was meant to be one of celebration. The marriage of his youngest brother to his sweetheart had all the components of the fairytale love story: two young people who had overcome all the obstacles that had been put in their way to finally join together in commitment to one another.
Eric felt no reason to celebrate. His recent experience had made him feel cynical towards the sacrament of marriage. His wife, the mother of his children, had decided two months ago that the commitment required of marriage and of raising children was not what she wanted. She had left him stranded with two young children who did not understand why their “mama” was no longer at home to care for them and to love them. It was difficult for him to celebrate the first blush of love when he was daily worn down with the cynicism of a love lost.
As they were leaving home, Eric’s neighbour offered to take a photo. “Not often we see you all dressed up to the nine’s!” A quick photo to capture the moment; and to capture the time of unhappiness and discontent. Pulling the children with him by the hands, Eric walked silently to the church around the corner. There was no avoiding the stained smiles, and the hushed whispers. It was time, not only to wish his brother well, but also to face the sympathy of family members and friends.
What do you see when you look at this photo?
(This post has been inspired by the folks writing at The Daily Post. Visit them to see what responses others have made to their prompt).