Big like the ocean
How utterly beautiful it had been, her walking the narrow aisle of the village church as the emphysemal organ rendered “Here Comes The Bride”. Domingo, resplendent in a borrowed tuxedo two sizes too small for him, had never seemed so handsome as when he stood there beside the pastor. She had walked erect and proud, in perfect time to the lovely melody that heralded the beginning of her life together with Domingo.
The increasingly agitated breakers around her now seemed to echo the strain as she walked slowly along the band of light before her. Her legs responded to it, and she did not feel the growing resistance of the seawater. Her ecstatic senses detected to anomaly in the situation. Her faith permitted no quail of doubt as she witnessed the emptiness of the iridescent path. The saturated moon above it smiled benignly down at her, almost seeming to nod in approval. The Lord had provided a wedding aisle…He would supply the groom.
Clarissa stood still, the surging water covering her naked knees as the tide rolled further in. She stood transfixed, seeing nothing but the golden path before her; hearing nothing but the ocean’s surf somehow sublimated into a celestial wedding march.