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Hanging by a Thread
Holding two stock photos in front of his face, one of precious pink roses and the other of glowing white lilies, I repeated my question. “Please, Roger, I can’t decide.” The ticking of our teapot clock above the stove echoed loudly throughout the kitchen.
“I’m hesitant to respond considering what happened yesterday.”
I cringed at his answer, never meaning to hurl that plate at him. I wanted him to decide on salmon or chicken for the main course. He said he had no opinion and that no matter what he chose I would pick the opposite. It was his wedding too dammit! Make some decisions, Roger! I smiled sweetly and pecked his cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to get angry with you, but this is your day too and I want you to be involved.”
Leaning my head on his shoulder, I looked ahead at the baby blue wall holding the calendar with a thick, red felt pen circle around June 30th.
My palms dripped with sweat. Why did we think we could plan a wedding in six months? It’s not like we were looking for anything extravagant, so why was it so stressful?
“Relax, honey,” he said as if he could read my mind, “We’re in this together. Don’t worry. Whatever you want, I want too.” He backed his chair out and walked to the living room.
“Where are you going?” I didn’t want him to leave me alone even if he trusted me with all the decisions. There was no answer for a minute, but I heard the closet door in the entrance way open and close. Roger came back with a small, black, rectangular box. There was no writing on the box so it wasn’t a designer ring. “What is that?”
He handed it to me. I traced the edges with my fingers and looked up at the man towering over me. “Open it.” He sat down next to me.
His green eyes eagerly waited for me to open his gift. I chuckled at his goofy grin and gently pulled the top off the box. Inside was a small hair clip surrounded by tissue paper. On the clip, there was a sapphire blue flower in full bloom. It couldn’t have been much larger than a thimble.
“I love seeing your face light up like that,” Roger whispered in my ear. I didn’t realize how close he had gotten. “Admittedly I found this at a garage sale down the street,” he said softly while he kissed my neck, “But I know you love your hair clips and I thought this could be your something blue.”
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